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It’d been a couple weeks since he’d joined Neverwinter and so far Tuathal was settling in like any good Blackthorn would.

Which goes to say, not very well.

His paws jittered with that old familial wanderlust. If Ceara was around she’d probably scoff and ask why he hadn’t left yet. Quite frankly the only reason was that he quite liked Mal. Seemed like a good kid, and someone with enough sense and experience to lead without smothering.

So he embarked on out-trips instead. Today just so took him to the crest of the World’s Biggest Mud-hole. “Jeeze,” Tuathal scoffed under breath and peered over the ledge, ears cupped forward until he heard the footfalls of someone approaching. “This place has gotta be one of the seven useless wonders of the Teekon Wilds,” he said rather loudly, as he turned to see the stranger — a snowy wolf — who walked the crest towards him.