Neverwinter Forest They didn't win another 'til 1962, the year he was discovered

Alright. Kyr said as she listened in on the little game. She lifted and turned, waiting for the okay from the long-toothed wolf that he was finished with his shuffling the stones in his paws. Turning around, her icy eyes fell to the wolf's large paws, then her pack mates. No such luck on trying to get them to tell her, she figured, especially with ol' Jack here keeping close watch. 

Hrmmm... She murmured, eyes narrowing and her head leaning forward as though examining his feet might help. Okay. She decided then, plopping back down on rawbone hips. Five. Five stones in that paw, she jutted her muzzle, And none in the other.