Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

Viinturuth's heart thrummed hard within his chest, adrenaline pumping throughout his veins as he inhaled a deep breath of crisp Winter air. He smiled rather mischievously at his pack-mate as he spoke up, and he felt pretty satisfied the way whole experience had panned out. Together they'd defended their territory from a foolish intruder, and maintained their pride in doing so.

He followed the mahogany male's gaze toward the retreating frames of the trespassers, and he snorted in amusement at having seen the arrogant Plateau alphess flee from the scene with her tail between her legs. He sincerely hoped she learned from the day's event, rather than letting her wounded pride take control and plotting something she would regret. "I'm Viinturuth," the dark wolf offered, when Scimitar provided his own title.