Neverwinter Forest A brilliant strategy.

Stone. She picked up his scent on her way back from a patrol and instantly grew irritated. She knew she had agreed to give him a second chance, but wow was it hard to forget the first impression he had made on her. She worried whether or not he would actually become a useful member of the pack, and honestly, she couldn't help but judge him based on his mistake. It was probably a little unfair since second chances usually meant that the failed first chance was forgiven, but she just couldn't get past the trespassing. 

She was still willing to at least try for now, so she followed his scent through the trees, maneuvering through the underbrush like someone who was intimately familiar with the forest. His trail was odd and led her in a strange pattern, causing her face to settle in a permanent frown. 

When she did finally find him, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, annoyance quickly filling her expression. She stopped near where he was doing whatever he was doing, and looked down at him with disapproval. What are you doing? she asked. it certainly didn't look like anything productive.