Neverwinter Forest Bring me margaritas

Even with the explanation, Cupid didn’t see the point in any of it. Sure, it sounded like a good idea on paper, but it would lead to a downward spiral. More and more allies would come to them for aid, they’d use up all the forest’s supplies, and the pack would end up with nothing. 

If it were up to him, he’d have no part in this dilemma. And if these saint guys became a problem he’d up and move. But this wasn’t his pack, it’s Mal’s. At the end of the day Cupid would have to comply or leave.

If you think this is a good idea then go right on ahead. He shrugged his shoulders before walking forward again. I’m gonna go look for Caerus.