Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

The gray jay had made itself scarce, hiding high among the thickest boughs. While it was content to follow and pester Jaws it clearly was not interested in being around other wolves.

A faint hint of Jaws' roguish smile returned when she replied and confirmed what he already knew. Like her, he was accustomed to others not recognizing the full truth of his breeding, but they both seemed to understand it only came easy in this case because they were seeing a part of themselves reflected in each other.

When she asked if he was knew to the area his face once again turned blank as he simply stared back. Jaws did not freely give away information, but it was futile to deny obvious truths. Locals knew by scent and by experience when they were faced with fresh blood. "I am," he replied with a slight nod of his head. "Have I picked a good place to visit?" Jaws quirked a brow at her - he did not like to give information but was open to receiving it.