Neverwinter Forest where silence comes

His gaze falls downward, diverting in what she could only assume was an act as respect as a loner outside of a pack's borders. She appreciated it and did not allow it to go unnoticed by her. Some wolves which came, while friendly, were not as so traditional and held the respect and courtesy which came with it. 

She listened on as he explained, her lips pulling back by the corners in a frown. Your lucky you made it out alive. She spoke, as perhaps a manner to reassure that given the case his appearance was acceptable. He could have been buried, could have suffocated or broken something and died a quite horrible death. He was very much so lucky to be here. 

I'm Vallkyrie Archer, Ico. The forest here and its pack is called Neverwinter. Are you looking for someone? Quite a number of times those which came to their borders were.