Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

Fleur had been lost in her dance when his call reached her ears. She arrived just in time to catch Solharr’s reason for gathering them, and already, pieces of the puzzle were beginning to fall into place. Still, much remained unsolved—that much was certain.

There was more to understand.

Someone had left the pack—their seiðkona. What that meant, Fleur did not yet know, but for now, she wondered in silence. Her gaze swept over the group, all unknown to her, searching their expressions. Some looked understanding, others forlorn. Whoever this wolf was, one thing was clear: they mattered. 

Deeply.

She felt the loss with them all, despite her newness, and bowed her head in respect. Amongst the sea of followers, she looked to the lighthouse that was the Hárkonungr once more. 

They were all about to build new chapters, it seemed.