Fairspell Meadow bleak midwinter

indeed, the neverwinter prince purrs in agreement, offering a small, soft nod of his head.

she speaks again of her pack, offering more information this time. that they were in the midst of expansion, which told him more than perhaps might've been intended. it spoke of sizeable numbers, which meant they were strong. especially if they were making a branch off.

an alluring prospect, then.

it does. he murmurs after a small pause. simple and to the point.