Neverwinter Forest these streets

Her very brief story caused an uncharacteristically loud laugh to roll off his tongue, bright eyes remaining focused on the sandy female as a smile stretched his lips. The inky pirate definitely had not expected that response, though he should have. The jewel-eyed wolf before him was full of surprises, and Styx was slowly discovering that the more time he spent with her. It was remarkable how easily he found himself growing acquainted with others now that he was actually giving them a chance, but he still hated it. The gypsy pirate was exceptionally good at being a loner, but this whole pack/Alpha deal was a different story. It was becoming easier to grasp as the days passed, but initially the yearling had no idea what he was doing. Sometimes he still didn’t… “Anything,” he responded after composing himself, though the smirk was still placed neatly against his maw. “Where did you come from and why did you leave?” That was a good start – while he typically wasn’t interested in the history of others he did hope to form some sort of friendship with Turquoise. The only friend he really had was Katrina, but she didn’t really count.