Neverwinter Forest But while I watch her grow

He cleared his throat quietly, brushing a paw over the ground. “None I smell,” he confirmed, voice low with a tinge of apology. “Only old trails. Some fox. No rogues.”

He forced a small smile, letting the tension ease from his shoulders. “I look again tomorrow?” he offered simply. “Might find someone.” He reached out a paw, nudging the discarded bone with mild interest. “Borders strong, yes, but Forneskja welcoming. Anyone come—if mean peace.”

His tail gave a modest wag, as if trying to lighten the mood. “If ever want scout with me… well,” he shrugged one broad shoulder. “Company nice.”