Neverwinter Forest are you sisyphus or are you tantalus?

His hasty response piqued her curiosity. He sounded defensive, though Tiuttuk didn’t take it personally. Perhaps the sight of her—especially with a bird of prey perched on her shoulder—unsettled him. Neither one of them was intruding on the other’s territory, which was the important thing.

I’m Treepie, she replied to his introduction, and this is Wyvern. She paused, considering her next words before asking, Where do you live, if anywhere?

She might not have tacked on those last two words before, though they were the direct result of—and hint toward—her own uncertain status. Tiuttuk still felt ties binding her to Moonspear, though she knew that she’d ceased to live there the day she, Alaric and Tikaani had departed for the caldera. And though she’d tried to open herself to the possibility of finding a new home there, well…

Pie licked her lips and shifted her weight, quietly assessing him as she awaited his reply. Ezra looked to be around her own age, which reminded her of her conversation with Quail. “I always thought wolves traveled together, but whenever I see you young ones, you’re alone. Why is that?” Hopefully he was a disperser, not unwillingly displaced like her.