Neverwinter Forest they're good dogs, brent

Grayday nodded in thanks, though he really didn't think it would do any good. She knows exactly where to find us, he thought, pushing down the despair that threatened to rise up in his chest. The only way she's coming home is if she chooses it herself.

He focused in on the male again when he began to speak, and as soon as he heard that word - red - his ears were pressed forward, his eyes suddenly bright. "With green eyes?" he asked. "Adeline?" But as soon as he said it, he realized that 'small' wasn't really a word he associated with Adeline. She was smaller than the stranger, of course, but perfectly regular for a wolf. And besides - only in his head was she truly red. Wolves who had the privilige to look upon her with clear eyes would probably call her tawny, with bits of ginger woven in.

He cleared his throat. "I'll keep my eyes open," he amended.