Neverwinter Forest the razor's edge

Grimsley glanced to the peak his paws carried him toward frequently, making certain his path was correct and growing more eager to climb with every step. He had been walking all night and he did not want to stop now, though the creep of dawn was lightening the sky. He'd come upon a thick nestle of pine trees not long ago and though he smelled the pack scent, he had pushed through. He kept himself to the very edge, as away from the true border as he could manage, but he moved with purpose and would not be dissuaded from his path. He had decided where to go and how to get there and he had no intention of changing his itinerary.

After one particularly long look upward, Grimsley's eyes swung the opposite way to stare into the dark pine trees. What a place to sleep for the night. It seemed to block the sun almost completely and would no doubt be several degrees cooler than the outside. If he moved fast enough, he would gain elevation and experience a relief in heat in that way, instead. He was not naïve, though. It would take many more days of travel for him to scale the peak. He did not know the way or whether it had been made suitable for wolven travel. It made the pine forest all the more tempting but Grimsley was uninterested in starting bad blood with anyone at the moment and with a frown he looked reluctantly away, shoving the idea of breaking and entering out of his mind.

He would just have to be hot on this day. If he found what he was looking for, he wouldn't have to suffer for much longer, anyway.