Neverwinter Forest so there he was...

That rabbit had to taunt him, didn't it? It sat there, rubbing its face with its paws, just over the border of a wolf pack he'd heard of. He looked at it with a silent snarl, wishing it'd hop to where the wolf sat. Bark, however, knew a lot better than to go sticking his paws where they didn't belong. He'd come across this border earlier in the day, and had decided to wait it out. Sooner or later, a pack wolf would come around on a patrol or something of the sort. Since he technically wasn't over the borders, nor was his scent directly on the grass seperating Neverwinter from... not Neverwinter... surely they couldn't act negatively. He had not tresspassed. Judging by other wolves he'd known, a wolf wanting a fight would find offense in anything just to satisfy that desire.

He lay down, head on his paws, continuing his waiting and watching the rabbit hop - carefree and safe from the brown wolf. Did that make it safe from all wolves? No. Only the one that would avoid a fight if he could.