Neverwinter Forest Weeping willow

Who is aunty?

Pan leapt in fright. His chocolate coat stood on end, puffing him up even larger than he normally appeared. When he shifted his gaze away from the spellbinding duo, he saw that a physical being spoke to him. She was painted in concern, lining her features with creases. The young wolf regarded her shyly, lowering his snout so as not to appear imposing.

Aunty Ari. She’s-

He looked back to the water and frowned. Where had they gone?

She was there- With a white man. He spoke to me.