Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

Panuk did not know what had called him to the dense forest. He had ventured far from Moontide, lured by the voice of someone he had never seen, never heard before. It was not like the woman’s voice that came in on the sea. This one was deep and rumbling. It told the island boy to venture to the heart of the grove, to the lake there.

Paws found shore. Pan looked out at the stretch of water with wide jade eyes. On the edge, just there in the sunlight, was a white man. Though shy, the boy didn’t hesitate to offer a yip of greeting to the stranger. His large paws plodded through the sand toward the other wolf - a wolf that carried no scent.

Closer and closer and then Pan paused.

The white figure before him seemed to swirl, like sea water and spirit combined. This was not a living thing. Still, the white wolf looked at Panuk and smiled.

Son of Samani and hunter Rodyn. Welcome to Moongrove.

Panuk watched the white wolf flutter, another appeared beside him and this one was -

Aunty? his voice fell, barely above a whisper.