Neverwinter Forest nalaurrun

Kannoyak listened as she voiced some of her concerns. She mentioned a previous attempt that had not gone well, though she did not linger on this for long. The cotton grass man did not think that former attempts would be a reflection of Ariadne. If anything, it would show that she could learn from her past and could work with others to build something new.

Of course.

The northerner would not deny her this. He knew that she was capable of great things. The wolves who grew and learned beneath Kukutux were all capable of this.

Another moon village would only strengthen this area. What would you call it?

Turning his snout toward the trees, he considered options. It would be nice to give a nod to her heritage and her mother’s roots. Kannoyak tightened his mouth, thoughtful. Moonglow, Moonspear, Moontide, so naturally this place would belong to the moon as well.

Moonwood? Sounds full in the mouth. Moontree? Ah, but there are many trees.

Kannoyak laughed and then fixed his plum gaze to hers.

Moongrove?