Neverwinter Forest all for the best

surprised by how prickly he was feeling (for little reason, to boot) imrathil was happy to take the backseat as dash and cyclone conversed. he wondered how many other wolves had been recruited -- part of him looked forward to being in a pack again, though a nagging figment of his mind reminded him he remembered little of his past life, and even less if he liked packs or not.

he supposed he would find out eventually - he thought he might be a pack wolf, but with how shitty his memory had been lately, imrathil had also become somewhat detached. jolting suddenly from his thoughts, he realized cyclone had asked a question. mutely, he shook his head -- for he had met no such wolf by that name.