Neverwinter Forest a little ethereal

Ico felt embarrassed at himself for having committed to a story upon first meeting someone, fearful that he'd make a fool of himself, but then the tale began, and it came as natural to him as drinking water.

They were sisters. Getting old, but remaining inseparable.

So the similarities between the wolves in the story and Simmik and Ico ended there. For the two Neverwinter wolves were strangers, and young ones at that.

They knew the patrol like the backs of their paws, having taken it every day of their lives. It was as if they had a rich map of the land etched onto their mind's eye. First they'd climb the hill, and greet the Beta, who'd give them his usual wonky smile. Then down into the glen, where the puppies played riotously. Then past the den of the healer, who'd mutter 'Morning, girls'. And to the cliff's foot to place another pebble onto the cairn they were building. It was the same, always the same, every day.

Until one day in particular, when everything changed.