Neverwinter Forest will it spin, will it soar

arcturus tried his best to keep up with jarilo -- but the sleek coated yearling had many months on him, and his limbs were long and lean. for each step of jarilo's arcturus scrambled in four; all the same a grin plastered his features, and he doggedly kept on.

he slowed a bit at the mention of 'winter'. he had heard that word a few times, and each time, had noted the ominous way an adult had mentioned it. arcturus was uninitiated to the harshness of winter, and faltered only a minute before catching his stride again.

coyotes he knew. he issued a little growl as if to say heck coyotes! when jarilo mentioned them. he was young but unafraid of them, and his tail flagged above his haunch as he rumbled his discontent at the idea of a pack of them. they would all find his teeth, if it was up to him.