Neverwinter Forest brother song

Cypress was quick to follow his brother, his swifter paws easily keeping pace with the sterling Neverwinter prince; aside from the journey he had taken with Rannoch previously, he hadn’t ventured very far from the whelping den. His muddied eyes were eager as he drank in the new surroundings, his paws moving instinctively even as he glanced this way and that. Only when they began ducking under, swerving around, and leaping over various obstacles did he have to focus, and he did so with furrowed brow and a determined glint in his eye.

He did not share his brother’s sense of foreboding, being the blessed innocent in this particular scenario, and rejoiced in the kaleidoscopic array of new scents. His nose was busy as he snuffled around the clearing, and he did not even notice Rannoch’s consternation until it had gone on for some time. “Whassamatter, Noch?” he questioned blithely. Her certainly didn’t see hide or hair of this “cousin” here, but perhaps she simply wasn’t home. Cypress looked upward, too, as though perhaps there was an answer to be found in the sky itself. “Whassa lookin’ at?”