Neverwinter Forest currents

He was not out for long; only seconds had passed by the time he stirred, and not yet half a minute when he forcefully peeled back his lids once more. There were two wolves standing over him — then he focused his gaze, and there was only one. One who did not look happy to see him, which was exactly what he'd expected to find in this part of the world.

Slowly, so that it might not be taken as a bid for escape, Valiant propped himself up on an elbow. The world swam around him, as if they were both underwater. The thought was chilling, knowing where they stood.

"I need to speak to her," he said, his tongue still feeling thick and clumsy. And then, realizing he did not know this wolf, he clarified: "To Vairë."

It had not yet occurred to him that the forest might have inhabitants who did not know this name.