Neverwinter Forest Ruthlessness is Mercy upon ourselves

Days of travel, days of watching, days of listening. He wondered if it would ever end.

This place smelled strongly of wolf, though not nearly as much as the surrounding packs. Once Hakumele would have walked through with his head held high, confident and uncaring. But he had grown and matured, just as any wolf should.

He understood that his strength was not what it once was, that his limbs were quicker to grow tired and his jaw did not have the grip to tear down enemies the way he had when he was young. He had been a respected warrior, but this was the cost.

Caution would need to be taken. He would move quickly.