Neverwinter Forest would i do it again?

Things had been a little weird lately. There were strange scents and weird behaviors, and Simmik had tried her best to just stay clear of it all. At least they had finally started to gather more members, enough that she was hopeful that everything would be fine after all. 

She had spent a good part of the day patrolling, venturing farther back into the territory when she heard the rumbling of her stomach. The prey situation had slowly gotten better, although her ability to hunt anything larger than a hare had not. She had a feeling it was just one of those things that took time, but she was really impatient. 

Her thoughts were interrupted as she neared the warren. It sounded like someone was...singing? The song stopped for a few minutes but picked up again soon after, and she followed the sound until she found the source. It was someone she hadn't met yet. A man with a coat made up of different shades of grey. Had she not scented Mal on him, she might have gotten angry finding him here, but it was clear he was a new packmate. When she was close enough to finally speak to him, she looked at him, eyebrows drawing together in curiosity. What are you singing? she asked, trying not to portray just how weird she thought he was. She could at least not be rude to her packmates when they hadn't given her a reason.