Neverwinter Forest pinuksak

Silver eyes tracked a scarred northerner moving about the pine forest, utterly ignorant to the pack of hungry bearwolves residing on the slopes above. That was the conclusion Aventus drew, anyway, while he watched the man from the safety of the shadows. He did not seem nervous enough in the shadow of a pack, and fair enough. Ursus was newly arrived, and silently. Their presence was hardly on broadcast.

He was always skilled with sneaking about, but now that he was no longer a child, Aventus found few opportunities to take advantage of it. These were new lands, though, with new wolves and no guarantee that there weren’t enemies all around them. It required a certain amount of meticulous caution. The Bruin-jaw was best suited to sussing out wolves just like Kigipigak, whose voice rose a second time, calling for someone.

Aventus changed course, angling so his path would cut across Kigipigak’s. When he sauntered out of the trees, it was with a languid, sinewy ease that betrayed nothing of the tense readiness of his muscles under his fur. Another of Aventus' talents, inherited directly from his father, and one he had never had to use: the boy was never relaxed, but any onlooker would see only self-assured calm.

He cocked his head at the searching wolf, lifting his lips in a disarming grin. You rang?