Neverwinter Forest Determination of Personality

The restless hybrid had been patrolling the forest long before the sun began its climb from the horizon line. A fog had swept through the trees, making itself home and cloaking the ground in a fine mist. It swirled around his legs and torso which each step he took, causing a continuous chill to run down his spine as the crisp fall air surrounded him. Winter would be arriving soon — food was going to become scarce and the Captain would have to do everything necessary to protect the members of his pack.

Initially it had been hunger that lured the long-legged hybrid from his den, but the silence that had settled in the forest was comforting. It had not taken him long to catch a rabbit, which he had intended to bring back for him and Katrina to share. Styx had been on his way back to the dens, the limp rabbit swaying from his maw, when a scent caught his attention. There was no call that accompanied it, which was what usually happened when were wolves were at his borders. Perplexed by the young stranger, the Captain changed his direction, bright eyes narrowed as he cut through the fog.

Once he closed the distance between himself and the strange scent he realized how young the wolf was — which was alarming, since there were no other scents surrounding her. Picking up his pace, it didn't take the mutt long to find the small ball of fluff — she had tucked herself away in a bush, tail wrapped her body almost as if she was willing herself to disappear. With a frown creasing his lips the coywolf lowered himself to the ground and nosed the still-warm rabbit closer to the young pup. "Eat some of this."