Neverwinter Forest But while I watch her grow

Once he accepted her offering, she began the careful cleaning of her own muzzle as best she could. He spoke of his scouting, and she was quick to understand. She had not known there was a name for such things.

At the mention that were no strangers, some disappoint snuck into her carefully crafted expression. It was good for the pack, but not so good for her. No strangers at all? She asked, searching his eyes. Surely they would come soon, right?

But she did not wish to ponder on her troubles, and shook her head. That's good. Forneskja has strong borders.