Neverwinter Forest i'm just a cowpoke

he grumbled.

through thick foliage he went, moving with a limping gait; paws sore from days of travel, weeks on end. from the tallest reaches of wind-broken peaks to where he tread now, the tartok wolf had been relentless in his travels.

leading both he and his wife towards the lands he knew his brother inhabited.

he was wind whipped and marked by the journey. worse for wear, surely, but no less a scrapper. the lumbering man blows a snort from his wet-ringed nostrils and brushes up against a tree, inhaling a deep gust from the gnarled roots at the base.

a pack had been here. but not anymore; the scents had faded with the seasons, patrol routes trodden over and caches picked apart by scavengers.

kota's eyes glean when his large head turns and he surveys the surrounding area, earning an impatient croak from the raven shadowing him. to qalu, kota lifts his top lip and flashes his teeth.

nuisance.