Neverwinter Forest the rain, rain, rain

UNCLE CAMEO

While he knew he owed her a proper visit, Jackalope had for the most part simply let Aibhreann be. They'd shared a couple quiet conversations- but as soon as her children beckoned, he'd leave. Children- especially when they got to the age where they could talk back and had grown in their adult teeth so they could also bite hard, he lost interest in them...If he'd had any interest to begin with. He didn't, really- he'd politely done his best to avoid taking on any puppysitting duties for his sister since he'd joined the pack. But....He did want to know what they looked like. He wanted to see one thing in particular...

So he found himself drawn by the squeal of children's voices, and crept as close as he could to peer through the evergreens toward where the children played, doing his best to remain out of sight so they didn't try to rope him into any of their stupid games, or demand that their uncle become their chewtoy. He observed the three for a few moments, ruling one out, immediately, as not belonging to the Blackthron family. Cute pup, but he didn't care about kids who weren't his responsibility. One of the other ones, the greyish little male didn't look much like a Blackthorn either, though he wasn't entirely sure what the father looked like. The third- another boy- had exactly what Jackalope was looking for. A dorsal stripe. 

His favourite chosen, he decided he might possibly invest some time in the child that showed the most promise of becoming a proper Blackthorn (yes, simply because of his markings) before he sauntered off at a trot.