Neverwinter Forest Lover of the light.

Khotan didn't believe himself particularly high in rank, nor particularly notable amongst Neverwinter's wolves; there hadn't been enough of them previously to truly establish a hierarchy beyond the fact that Chakra was their leader. Still, he had lived here for longer than most, so when the stranger submitted to him without prompting the white beast was pleasantly surprised. The other's greeting was accented with both a smile and a sweep of the tail, so the bearlike male settled down to sit nearby. "I hope it finds you well," he rumbled in return, his voice deep and warm.

It was clear the other was searching for something—prey most like, though it was rare for anything larger than a rabbit to make its home in the forest, so thick with the smell of wolf that it was. His ears moved slightly to catch any sound that might betray the movement of some creature, but the bulk of his attention remained with the dark wolf before him. "I am Khotan. What is it that you seek?" he spoke eventually, intending to clarify the other's purpose. There were caches nearby, if he were hungry—and if it were something else, Khotan was still more than willing to assist a pack mate.