Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

though the word is not one that ezra knows, he recognizes that it means 'no', made easier by it's similarity to the word and the gesture that the northman offers. it is spoken moments before a name is offered, ezra's burning gaze of twinsuns watching the motion. it is an effort to communicate despite the painfully obvious language barrier ... and fills ezra with the tug of a chord to follow suit.

ezra, he touches his own paw to his chest, though it occurs to him moments later that perhaps it might be better to use some sort of moniker. the idea is moot but pushed aside nevertheless. it wasn't as if anselm and gideon would know a moniker and it was his father and brother he searches for.

the man speaks again, offering him another name and what ezra can only assume is the name of the pack that has lain claim to the neverwinter forest. forneskja. a brutal sounding name to ezra's untrained ear.

he is invited inside the borders and despite every instinct within him screaming to reject it, ezra follows. not out of trust but out of curiosity.