Neverwinter Forest endless

The rains were wild, endless. 

Aiolos had never minded the rain before. Enjoyed it for the most part, though the sheer power with no end in sight is what kept the red man worried, unsettled. His placement within these forests shielded and sheltered him in manners which his island home could do all the same, though perhaps not so dense. The rocky hillside of the island would allow the island wolves to ward off the rising waters, protect them. 

But Aiolos was no fool to the rage of Mother Sea. He knew whilst his pack mates could find shelter within the high elevations, they would be trapped, surrounded. No sandbar would allow them to cross into the mainland and with the storms swimming would be suicidal. His packmates may not have drowned atop their perch, but they could have starved, suffered...

So they moved. And now Aiolos found himself here, settled under a rocky overhang of a little cave. More or less a cut out of rock then any real cavern, but enough to allow himself to stare out over the dense green forest without getting soaked to the bone.