Neverwinter Forest atlas and the cruel world

Ever since their rather tumultuous acceptance into the pack, Haruki had stayed on the outskirts of the territory in an effort to avoid the other Neverwinter wolves. He didn't speak much to the two adults who were in charge of them for the short term, preferring instead to have hushed conversations with his sister. He didn't like the forest and just wanted to go back home to the Vale, but he knew that there was nothing left for them there. Eager as he was to re-establish the Empire in his mother and father's name, there was no possible way the two siblings could do it just on their own.

He just had to bide his time, tolerate living among the lowborn for a few moons. He would work out the finer details of a plan with Hotaru later.

For now, Haruki visited a lonely stream; a place he had visited everyday to bathe and rid himself of the dirt his coat had picked up on their journey in the mountains. It was still matted in places, much to his disgust, so he rested in a small patch of sunlight and set to work picking out a particularly troublesome knot of fur at his shoulder.