Neverwinter Forest He's always playing with a light

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Thus far, the weather had been relatively kind to the trio as they roved West toward the coast. The gentle wind had died down as the day began to draw to a close beyond the thick, evergreen forest. Bronco made the suggestion that they split up to search for something to hunt down together, so he made his way through the southern area of the forest in hopes of catching a trail before it got dark. 

This had once belonged to a pack, he recalled. They'd skirted the Glen, which brought back pained memories of all the wolves lost so suddenly, either from the landslide or the bear attack that had followed swiftly thereafter. With disappointment and concern, he noticed that the edge of the forest that borded Ouroboros Spine had also lost its markings. Moonglow, too, claimed that land no more, as far as he could tell. 

Five packs, within a year, seemed to have disbanded as far as he could tell. Moonspear, Moonglow, Neverwinter Forest, Firefly Glen and now the Redhawks- all of which had been allied, at one point, but it hadn't been enough. Some lived in Brechelient, some had gone to the Frosthawks- but the idea of founding a pack that would stand the test of time...Suddenly seemed less like a possibility, and more like a dream.