Neverwinter Forest living on a promised word

ezra follows a few clips behind, twinsun gaze taking in the forest ... familiar but it wasn't the familiar he was looking for. he was searching the shadows, waiting to see eyes staring back at him despite his escort. still, there was something unsettling about being in a pack's territory, despite the invitation, without actually being apart of them.

he tucks those thoughts away, guard up despite the deference of his posture even as they come to a stop and the one, he assumes, that the stranger called solharr arrives ... also looking like he was carved from rock with cold blue eyes.

he assumes that the strange word that he doesn't understand was something akin to 'introduce' though this was only deduced because of the gesture used; but at least solharr spoke common. that would decidedly make things easier.

i am ezra. he introduces, watching as raedwulf joins solharr's side.