Neverwinter Forest Monza

Spring felt like a distant dream upon the glacier. There were times when the cold got even to him — although this was usually remedied by a nap just long enough to thaw his toes. It was different down below, where the Neverwinter Forest was still untouched by snow. It was a stubborn woodland, Dutch thought, gazing up at the dense canopy. Laden with snow, the boughs didn't let in as much light as usual, but it was still a warm and welcoming place.

It was high time he visited Valiant, he thought, but he was all too easily waylaid when he came across another's scent. Passing travelers were always of interest to him. They often had stories they were eager to tell, and Dutch was ever the eager listener.

"Peace be," he called when he found the trail's end, and the grayscale wolf it led to. Then, "Would you mind some company?" he asked as he drew near.