Neverwinter Forest You can hide underneath me and come out at night

Occurs at the same time as this.

Vercingetorix's destination was clear, but Dragomir couldn't bear to accompany him. He was certain, with his emotions turned into feral beasts snapping at every organ, that one look at his mother's face would be enough to make a murderer of him. He couldn't handle it, didn't want to see her ever again after what Hydra shared, so when father went looking for mother, their son went elsewhere.

He meandered slowly through a thick pine forest, where the pointed boughs of the trees were heavily enmeshed. It was impossible to tell where one ended and the next began, and the carpeted forest floor was cast in deep shadow as a result. There was the smell of another wolf in the area, picked up by keen nostrils as he picked his way in search of food, but Dragomir thought nothing of this. Everywhere could be found the smells of lone wolves either passing through or making their solitary homes. Such wolves were no threat, and he had no reason to think any differently of this loner's scent.

A crow winging overhead was followed, leading Dragomir eventually to the fallen body of a skinny hare. Its hind legs were a bloody smear beneath a fallen sapling; it had surely died trying to free itself from its recent prison. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, a hungry Dragomir hobbled over to it and began to feed.