Neverwinter Forest after the storm

When the group left Lost Creek Hollow, a black-backed specter began to follow. Wisteria had not recognized her brother Breccan that day thanks to the simplistic nature of his pelt, but Rannoch and Liffey were unmistakable. She watched as they departed, curious and nervous and suspicious, and when they were just beyond the horizon, she rose on bony legs. She kept her distance, moving slower to accommodate her starving body and lower energy levels, and used their collective scents to guide her.

Days later, when her family entered Neverwinter Forest, Wisteria peeled away at the edge of the trees and found a place of her own to rest: an old abandoned den hidden in fallen pine needles. She smelled their kill when they made it but knew she could not contest that many wolves for a piece. Though her belly had long since ceased growling, hunger pangs were like bricks slamming into her gut. But she did not seek them out to beg for food, either. Nerves and uncertainty kept her at bay. She curled up in a hole in the ground instead and slept away that mortal pain.

Cameo only.