Neverwinter Forest my head kissed the ground

cam murmured in quiet acceptance, disappointed. he hoped that wherever he was, phillip was okay. he had been so troubled. . . but there was no one really else to ask about, and so he fell silent until mal brought up folks from elysium. did he know about the willows? neverwinter's leader had never had many nice things to say about the place, but—

i met two of olive's children, he replied. eleuthera and sundance. they live in the willows, in a pack of. . . oh, what had they called themselves? cam scrunched his face for a moment, thinking, before he finished: erm, faeries. from what he knew of mal, he knew the man wouldn't think much of that.

hushing up again, he walked alongside his friend, taking stock of all the sights and smells once more. as they drew nearer to the heart of the territory, the scent of pups grew stronger. he glanced over at mal, one corner of his mouth lifting in a shy smile.

pups, he remarked softly, succinctly. then: are any yours?