Neverwinter Forest bad

In all honesty the concept of staying was something that Antares questioned frequently. Though he had left The Palisade with his sister and both had been hearty for travel, that had been some time ago and that time had passed. They now were extremely hungry, making them even more Feral than their name would suggest. If they stayed here they would need a pack, and regardless of where they did choose to remain they would need to find a shelter of sorts before winter. With a gruff sound and a shake of his head as she offered her name. Bluebird. Though Salene did not address her cousin's by their married names, Antares would not have known this girl as his blood by any means. Mother had not offered many details to her family, other than to explain that they had been a small unit that she cared for and all had come from the Forest.

Ah, Winterheart. A place of legend, Vahalla almost. While his Father waited in the Great Hall the cream colored female hoped still for reunion with her Forest. Reunion there, with her Mother, her husband, her life. Antares was rewarded with the look on her face and he gazed down on her questioning eyes. It was curious, to stumble upon her so close to his home base. A phrase began on her tongue and he watched as it shifted to the inevitable question. "As of yet, no." He admitted. The question was a logical response. "You?" The fact of the matter was that soon enough he would need to make the choice on who was worthy for him to follow, or who was worthy to follow him.

"Antares FeralHeart, by the way Bluebird." He said after a moment. She had given him her name, it was only....just, to do the same.