Neverwinter Forest See, it works in monkeys

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“My homeland?” He had originally been thinking about Moonspear in comparison to the Glen, but now when he considered the Copse, and the fact that he had now lived in three different biomes, he realized that he'd experienced a little bit of variety in terms of his own living arrangements. It was hard to believe, now, that he'd known Vallkyrie long enough now, that she'd known him as both a Moonspearian and a wolf of the Glen, though she would've known of course that he'd originally come from the Copse. Whether the news of the Redhawks' relocation had reached Neverwinter Forest or not was something he did not know- but something he figured he ought to inform her, regardless.

“Yeah, I guess the copse was flat,” He said. “But it was nice living in a forest...There's some woodlands in the middle of the Copse, but it's not quite the same,” he confessed. He didn't mind the open expanse of the glen, but there was a certain amount of security one could derive from being in a wooded area. He felt that Vallkyrie might identify with that sentiment, given the fact that she lived in Neverwinter Forest. He'd only been a bit beyond the borders, when he'd brought Miriam home to reunite with Liliana after she'd been lost, but he had seen just how secluded and safe it looked.

He winced a bit, inwardly, when she mentioned her hunting grounds. He knew with his own pack claiming the Glen, they had come quite close to Neverwinter Forest, and that they had likely used this area as their hunting grounds, prevously. So had the Moonspearians. So it had been a bold move indeed when Osiris had taken his closest friends and had founded the pack there, claiming it as their own. He did not wish for the Neverwinter wolves to feel pressure, or to fear that they might not have enough to eat- and of all the Neverwinter wolves he'd met, he had found the majority of them to be quite agreeable. So it ate at him a bit to have her comment on the fact that his new homelands was coming at a cost to her. It made him uncomfortable. While she might've made the remark as a joke, he took it seriously- with winter rapidly approaching, the last thing he wanted was for the packs to feud over food.

And when she mentined Miriam's missing son, Asmoses, he felt his heart sink even more. How many months had it been now since he had gone missing? And the Neverwinter wolves were still going out looking for him. He'd asked his mother when he'd visited her in the Copse months ago, but she hadn't seen him then- or so she'd told him, at least. He couldn't imagine how Miriam felt, then, having not found any sign of her son...Except- he could imagine it, at least in part. He frowned deeply and sighed. He'd lost a loved one of his own- so he knew some of the pain, at least.

“I was hoping he'd been found by now,” He murmured, and he sighed again. “How's Miriam holding up? And Liliana?” He asked. He remembered what it had been like when Nellie had gone missing; how much they had worried about her, and how hopeless and useless he'd felt as a child, not being able to go out and search for her on his own without coming into harm's way as well.