Neverwinter Forest And they welcome everyone to stay

The stranger says the right things for now, and Zephyr allows himself to relax a little bit, letting out a soft breath as he takes in the words. His head tilts slightly at the word Moonspear, ears lifting slightly from where they'd been pinned. From the way the other says it, it sounds like the name of a place, or a pack, but he can't be sure.
I came from the opposite direction, He glances briefly toward where he knows the mountain range is, finding the memory of it bitter. Some guy attacked me while I was trying to get around his pack's borders. That was awhile ago, though. He decides not to answer the other's question directly, more out of embarrassment than anything; he is okay, after all, and starting to realize he has no real reason to be here. Why had he followed this wolf? Maybe he's seen Helios, he tells himself, swallowing and letting words tumble from his lips without giving himself even a moment to think: I'm looking for my brother. His name is Helios, he's tall and his fur is black and gold, and his eyes are gold too. And — my friend is looking for someone too, someone small, with a lot of scars on his face and a gold belly.