Neverwinter Forest Believe that time is always forever

To work towards his gamekeeper trade.

 
Alastor had spent quite a bit of time on the mountain, getting use to the terrain and learning where key parts of it were located. It was normal, for him at least, and he always took his time when it came to learning a new territory. Before long, though, he’d completed his little quest, and sought something else. A bit of adventure, if you will, accompanied by an opportunity to learn more about the area he now resided in. So, without giving himself the chance to come up with a reason as to why he shouldn’t go, the boy set off into the land beyond Silvertip. As he traveled, he was met with the realization of just how different it was from the valley he’d dwelled in for such a long time. He refused to linger on such thoughts, however, and instead focused on mapping out where he was going. Each step he took was engraved into his brain, each place he viewed earning a mark on his mental map. He wasn’t sure how far he’d end up going just yet, but was certain it wouldn’t be too great a distance away. After all, he still wished to head towards the sea and locate the bay pack, having the desire to meet with his friend Aesop. Whenever he reached the territory, however, he was bound to be in for quite the surprise.
 
No matter, such things were unknown to the Greek wolf, and therefore absent from his mind. The only thoughts currently lingering were those revolving around where he was, as well as where he was going. Before long, he came to a stop, and then proceeded to take in his surroundings. He had, of course, noticed hit entering of the forest, but it wasn’t until then that he actually took the time to look around at it. Pine trees filled the spaces around him, seeming to touch the sky above, and stretch out in all directions on the ground. The shade they brought with them caused the air surrounding him to grow chilled, but Alastor found it to be barely noticeable. His coat was thick, after all, and he was healthier all around thanks to his recent joining of a pack. No longer did he really need to scrounge for food, and even his paw was more or less fixed—though that hadn’t been effected by his joining at all, since he’d still walked around with it, prolonging the time necessary for it to fully heal. No matter, he was still better, and happier, too. The pack was a nice one, though small, and he enjoyed it quite a bit. Even now, as he walked through the forest, he could not help but think of the mountaintop and what was going on there.
 
As the argent wolf went deeper into the woods, a familiar scent passed through his nose. It felt as if it’d been ages since he’d last gone on a hunt, and though he knew he couldn’t bring down a deer on his own, nothing was stopping him from checking out the herd, or herds. Alastor’s pace quickened, then, and he grew thankful for the pine needles that littered the ground, softening the sound of his steps. He kept his body low as he trailed after the scent, eager to have the deer within his line of sight. As the distance between himself and the cervines lessened, his mind went to work making note of where exactly in the woods he had first caught onto the scent. He planned to keep track of the herds the best he could, and perhaps even ask for someone from the mountain to accompany him in order to take one down at a later date. For now, though, tracking them appeared to be his only option, as he had set off on his own. He did not know enough of the area yet, either, leaving him to believe that he was, currently, alone in the woods.