Neverwinter Forest If you have the space, can I call this place a home?

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She named herself as Amari and added the title of wanderer to it. Aren't we all? Kjalarr thought though he made no attempts to speak it aloud. She launched into a story, speaking to him that she had met a wolf from his pack a while ago. Except the wolf she named wasn't just any wolf. She named his little brother. Given with what she had told him Kjalarr was left to assume that this had all transpired before Scimitar and Eshe's deaths. Kjalarr's terse lips twitched into a slight grimace, though it was not at her. Yet, he did not dare to speak to her of what tragedy had befall them. As of the moment it was not knowledge she needed to hold. Cypress had yet to answer her call with his appearance She rattled off her skills to him, claiming to be good with healing and caring for little ones. His thoughts went to his unborn children within Ondine's womb. Despite her claim of skills the idea of letting a stranger near his children set him a razor's edge. “We are a close knit pack. And with the coming of winter we would expect you to contribute your fair share, as we expect of everyone.” Kjalarr told her. Neverwinter Forest was so very different than Saltwinter. Less hostility and more closeness. Instead of strangers that spent each night in the Grotto, Neverwinter was much closer. More personal.

“I am not sure if we currently have a healer, but we do have youth. Four that are about six months and you know Cypress,” He paused here, tail twitching behind him. “My mate is due to give birth within the next month,” Despite his discomfort of letting a stranger alone with his children he tempered the worry with the thought that two months (since Kjalarr doubted few would be allowed near them as newborns and infants) was more than enough time for her to prove herself to him and for Ondine and him to get to know Amari to a point where they were comfortable to let her near their children when they became old enough.

“I will forewarn you that a great tragedy has befallen us here at Neverwinter and that it has affected Cypress very much. Our patriarch, Scimitar and his mate Eshe — his parents —” Scimitar had certainly been Kjalarr's father through and through but if Amari stuck around then she would come to learn that in time. “were killed by bears. It is tough for us, but especially for him. I only ask that you do not force your company on him. If he wants it, then fine, and you may offer your condolences but he must mourn and he must heal on his own time, in his own way.” Kjalarr warned her. Perhaps it was unnecessary but Kjalarr was his older brother and he was especially protective over Cypress.

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