Neverwinter Forest Water from your broken iris fell toward the floor

skippable unless directly addressed!

like mal, cam felt hope surge up within him at the howl. perhaps it really would be that easy. he'd expected to fight for simmik, vie to get his old packmate back. now it seemed that she had fallen right back into their laps where she belonged. he raced from his place deep in the forest, careened wildly through the trees, tongue lolling.

but hope these days died quickly. through the foliage, he could see simmik just ahead—but also that big man, leader of the saints, the one who had stopped him and the pale giantess in the swamp. his stomach plummeted, and his heart began to race.

cam had lied about his home to the man, fearing he could put neverwinter in danger. but that didn't matter now, he supposed. donovan, or whatever his name was, had found them, and had simmik in tow. and the dynamic between them felt. . .off. not one of captor and captive, but—god only knew what. but it wasn't good; he knew that much.

he remained a little ways behind the pair of mal and kyr, black pelt blending so seamlessly into the shadows that only a pair of glittering emerald eyes within the evergreen belied his presence.