Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

Not a social beast by any means, to watch the gathering of bodies brought only a sour look to his face that Glaukos was not quick enough to hide. He did not care so much about the pageantry of it all; there was work to be done, and celebrating something like this was not something he cared to do. There were bodies, there were teeth, they needed feeding; there was land now which bore the scent of Solharr which needed guarding; there were herds to track, boar to monitor; and here was everyone now, taking a moment.

He lingered near the back of the ensemble and waited for the inevitable cheering, or singing, or whatever would become of this union of people. If his boredom won-out, he would go; if he found himself more invested in his work, he would turn and find a path of egress. Let them enjoy themselves, he decided—who knows how long it will last.