Neverwinter Forest My leather black jeans on

Backdated to April 12th!

Like the pile of snow that she had dropped on him, @Valencia had dropped into his life, dousing him suddenly and sharply. He hadn't come into this region with the purest intent to join a pack, let alone at the behest of a woman that he barely knew. She had promised him that she'd teach him more of those funny accents she did, and even with frivolous things such as that, he was honor-bound. If being a part of her pack made keeping that promise easier, then so be it.

Truth be told, this was probably what he needed. There was only so much danger and adventure a lone wolf could get into. The best stories weren't always about one character, after all. He did not know how long he would stay but pushed all thought of that from his mind. Focus on the now.

He had seen the forest before, but only in passing. He never ventured too close for fear of disturbing the locals. Now he stood at the end of their claim, sniffing at their borders. Hopefully he would be allowed to step through.