Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

Catamaran stood in silence and stillness near the back of the pack. These words chilled him. Turned his stomach. He had come here for purpose, yes, but not for unity. Not for religion. Not for the light of any flash-in-the-pan god they said lived in this land. The velocity of the movement struck him as an especially dangerous sign.

He was not sure how much longer this place would be a safe haven for he and Seastorm. All gods, he thought, demanded one thing or another. Rarely something a wolf wanted to part with.

He kept his expression clean and calm, but Catamaran was quick to exit as soon as the first signal of their dismissal arrived.