Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

as the boy gives his name, raedwulf’s head dips—short, acknowledging. ezra. it is a soft name for a sharp-eyed man. he watches as the boy hesitates, then steps forward. instinct says not to trust, that much is clear in his gait—but he comes anyway. that is enough.
they move in silence at first, raedwulf leading down narrow paths, his stride limping slightly from old pain and fresh ache, but unbroken. nwhen they near the first signs of pack life—scattered scents, old trails, the whisper of hearthfire in the distance—raedwulf halts.
he calls for @Solharr.
then turns eye to ezra. wē bidiaþ. he murmurs gruffly, and accompanies the words with a halting motion.