Neverwinter Forest the way in which i walk

Mordecai pressed on the topic of the Glacier. The velvet pelted she-wolf couldn't tell if he was genuinely interested, or just making conversation, but she answered him anyway. "Well, it's somewhat secluded. There's lots of ice," she said, repeating what Danica had told her since, as she saw for herself, was an accurate description.

Falwasi realised she hadn't really elaborated on his question, so she spoke again: "Picture the Sunspire, the largest share of it made of ice and snow. It's cold, a little barren apart from the Glacier wolves that roam the land. And at dusk..." she started, a smile tickling at the corners of her mouth. "I won't tell you. You'll have to see it for yourself, one day," she finished. Such a beautiful sight could not be explained in words. Maybe by an eloquent wolf's words it could.

This was the furthest South Falwasi had crept down upon, aside from the Heartwood. It wasn't much different to Swiftcurrent Creek, except that there were more forests that carried an intensity the female had only met in the Wetlands. Falwasi liked it; it was a part of her she kept since leaving the mountain.