Neverwinter Forest through fen damp and glade deep

Yes, yes, he was certainly whipped. Though in all actuality this was true to some degree—he didn't dare risk his stake in the venture that he and Hydra were making, and to wander too far without a word would certainly lose favor with her. He didn't quite fancy that any time soon, nor did he intend to relive the history of his own father by outright abandoning his unborn children. Dirge would return to her, and the mountain in due time.

He simply had to find the right exit... which seemed to be further delayed by the second.

The harsh tones of the bird and its song came gradually and without warning. The bird itself was an eyesore in a rather uniform world such as theirs, what with all its bright colors and maddening song. His brow furrowed once again at the sudden surprises the day seemed to be presenting; perhaps this was the wilderness and its ways of revenge for not answering its siren song.

His counterpart was keen to answer the avian however, saving Dirge from what would have been a much lengthy explanation. He eyed it, skeptical of its intentions and why it would choose to consort with the likes of wolves to begin with. But was it worth investigation? Hardly. He sought to move things along with a side eyed glance to his churlish companion.

”Peculiar thing that is,” he murmured, then picking up, ”but we should make our way along. It's just off this way past the timberline, unless you'd rather pick up conversation with the bird.” And he prayed that wasn't the case as he took a few tentative steps ahead.