Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

He knew more than most? Well, that was certainly new. It didn't quite go to his head, though the smile that he returned was certainly knavish enough. It soon faded as she spoke of pilgrimage and ceremony, both something he was not at all familiar with. Though strange, he understood the principles of tradition and found that they too applied here in their own little ways, however modified they may have been.

”Interesting,” he commented. ”I don't think there are many here who have such traditions, but then again you and I are far from where we started.” Even his natal pack had their own little quirks, but nothing like that. The similarity ended at being somewhat nomadic, the following of herds over hillock, desert, and forest where the mountain and its rain shadow collided. She had piqued his interest now and he wondered more of her home.

He pressed ahead: ”But why the war? Lack of resources? Suitable territory?” Reasons to fight were vast and numerous, this too he knew. They were brutal, social creatures, and the grudges could run so, so very deep.