Neverwinter Forest Years in the making.

He closed his ears to their gentle words, though he would have listened with anyone else. Such was the way of the skiá, those shadowed warriors he'd long set his paws on the path of becoming. But he could not be skiá with Callyope. He did not need to hear what she said to every wolf. Of her, he simply trusted.

Only when his starflower looked over her shoulder towards him did Melaneus turn his ears to hear them again.

We will hunt as three.

Now, the shadows peeled from around him and he stepped into the scattered light. Though he was young, he noticed how he already rivalled the heights of both Callyope and her golden-faced friend. He eased forward on large paws and looked to Callyope with affection, before he tipped his head in a thoughtful greeting to his starflower's friend.