Lake Rodney I know I used to love him

The warmth of summer was slowly closing in, a far departure from the chill he had arrived to the Wilds with. Life with the wolves of Neverwinter Forest was pleasant, but idle, no different than his life at home. The life that he had walked away from to find adventure.

While he enjoyed his time with the Neverwinter wolves — especially Lenny — he found himself itching for scars and marks to come home with, bolding presenting his growth and prowess as a warrior.

He wandered, heading to the lake south of the Valley. He anticipated not being alone there. In the warmth of his own home watering holes were a truce point between tribes and clans, even between species. He was correct, seeing a dark-furred woman splashing in the shallows, then emerging with a fish in maw. He chuffed to her, his tail hung levelly to show his disinterest in the fish.