Deepwood Weald tell me when it's over

he would shake his head at the question. no, not of sólhárrs, and he supposed that he was not family of any wolf here. not unless his family had somehow found themselves in this same forest, but he truly doubted it. i merely speak the northern tongue.

—and i am indeed of forneskja loyalty. he said, then. and with a raised brow, curious tone, he asked: where do you find yourself within the neverwinter? not a question of location, but of role. what was his lifeblood, his purpose?

head tilted; tail flicked. observing.