Neverwinter Forest entropy

The panther had been told plenty of stories about these wilds by his parents and extended family — but he couldn't say for sure if he was standing somewhere his ancestors had stood at any given time. He thought he recognized Silvertip Mountain, and the hot springs marked the cliffs upon which his mother had grown up. But what about here? This forest?

He supposed it didn't really matter. It could be left up to his imagination — and it could be saved for another time, when he was not exploring it first with his own paws and his own eyes.

And his own ears, which perked at the sound of another voice nearby. The panther moved toward the sound and came up on a pale wolf — apparently all by her lonesome.

"Do you speak to the trees?" he called out to her, announcing his presence before he began to draw nearer. His tail wheeled in jaunty greeting — he thought he smelled other moonwolves on her pelt.