Neverwinter Forest The start of your war

Simmik was already patrolling the borders when she heard the call. Patrolling was the only way she knew how to pull her weight right now. Her fighting and hunting skills still needed work, and this was something she had become somewhat efficient in. But eventually, her patrols would put her in a situation where she might need to be able to defend herself and the pack, and she needed to start preparing herself for that. She increased her speed, not wanting to leave the visitor alone near the borders for very long. They had called for Mal, but that didn't mean she trusted them. What if it was someone looking to start trouble? Skilled fighter or not, she was going to try her best to keep the forest peaceful. 

She slowed as she reached the sandy stranger, her face an unreadable mask. She offered him only a shrewd gaze at first, taking in his muscular form as she searched for any clues that his intentions were malignant. But if they were, then she couldn't tell. He was powerful, that much was obvious, and he was here for a reason. But any other information would require her to address him. This is Neverwinter Forest, she finally said. What business brings you so close to our borders?