Neverwinter Forest Checking out the dance floor

Mal's announcement came as... no surprise, really. Tuathal had seen a lot of shit go down in his short and miserable life, and knew well enough how wolves reacted to family leaving, family dying, territory blowing up... okay, maybe not so much that last one, but hell, you didn't need to be a scientist to factor in that the BOOM and disaster on what used to be Moonspear was probably a damn well reason half of Neverwinter suddenly seemed to up and leave.

So why hadn't he?

Something kept him rooted in Neverwinter. Probably because he had nowhere better to go, or nothing better to do. Maybe because that soft spot in his heart was finally oozing through. He'd never been in Mal's paws before, largely because he never cared to put himself in such a place of responsibility when he could hardly keep track of himself. But he felt sorry for the boy, and more than that. Would Ceara have left already, if she were here? The memory of her was growing hazier -- and he realized that for once, he did not know.

"What worth is this place if everyone dies trying to keep it?" he said, glad Mal seemed to see eye to eye on what even made a home a home to begin with. Some wolves would go down with their ships. He, for one, was glad the kid was willing to hop into the lifeboat and row with them to safer pasture. "If this Hua's got a place for us, my vote's we go."