Neverwinter Forest glitter

Mal is normally all smiles when he comes to her, and this time is no different — but she cannot help sensing a deep melancholy in him, something deeply ingrained; the burden of leadership, she thinks. So much tragedy has befallen Neverwinter Forest, and only her little family remains untouched by it. The tiniest sliver of heaven, shining amidst the chaos. A surge of protective feeling draws her gaze past the den entrance, to the figures of her children. She counts for a moment, and relaxes when she reaches four. Then she turns back to Mal and starts to groom him, behind the ears first, silent for a few seconds before she pauses to answer. As much as can be expected, Again she glances to her children, counting. Four. She exhales. I worry for them. I hate to call our home unsafe, yet... so much has happened. In all my years, I've never seen so much tragedy in such a short time. I fear our children are unprepared for the cruel world we've brought them into — and I believe they need to start learning how to survive. They need mentors, each of them; trustworthy wolves to teach them the ways of the world and the skills they'll need. Her gaze turns expectant on the alpha, prompting a response; surely there are suitable wolves within the pack.