Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

“No,” he responded easily, his shoulders lifting in a gentle shrug. “But she wouldn’t be opposed – she was agreeable to it when it was first mentioned months ago.” He gave a small nod, lifting himself then to a stand as the night wind ruffled his pelt. “But it is a tempting idea. To move further from our troubles.” A small frown had crossed his features at that point, and his eyes went to study the honeyed female before him.

“We can decide soon. The pups won’t be able to move for some time.. and we’d need to find a place to settle in to.” His heart cried for Neverwinter Forest in that very moment – but he knew it was lost to him.. like so many faces of his past. “Perhaps one more sweep around the nearby lands to see if there is any trace of Star or Dovev, and then we’ll move forward with the plans?” It surprised him less that Dovev was missing rather than Star – he had seemed displeased by Paarthurnax’s acceptance to the pack, and while he was a loyal soul, Scimitar wondered if it had eventually pushed him away. Star’s disappearance, however, mystified him. “You should try to rest,” he suggested quietly, his tail giving an idle flick through the winter air.