Neverwinter Forest we'll be counting stars

As their noses gently touched in a tender kunik, the soot sprite found himself enthralled. “Awoooooah!” he piped softly in response to her introduction, conveniently placing a shrill howl in the middle that wavered and cracked with all the force his tiny lungs could muster. The sound of his own voice pleased him so much that he ventured forth again — “AwoooOOOoooah!” with a sprightly wag of his tail. The word “sister” was more concerning, and with a characteristic furrow of his brow, the blue-eyed prince glanced at his brother the way a guilty schoolboy might glance at his classmate’s test answers. “Wah?” he mimicked his brother, not entirely able to manage the tricky “l” sound himself. Personally he liked his version better, but it’s mainly because it involved making more noise — and unlike his quiet, stately grandfather, Cypress was a noisemaker and a half. He was the elephant in the room.

His tiny teeth closed over the curve of Allure’s snowy chin, chewing experimentally, though the pressure of his jaws was feeble and harmless at so young an age. Turning to regard his brother with eager eyes, Cypress called him over. “Nah!” he chirped. Come see! This wolf was the same color Cypress was! The knowledge continued to prove exciting and exhilarating.