Neverwinter Forest And they welcome everyone to stay

By the end of the other's speech, he still can't decide if he likes him or not — but at least his tears are drying, and he has a name for the stranger now. Mal. An odd name for an odd person, he decides, a little baffled by hearing the other's life story within minutes of meeting him. My name is Zephyr, He offers slowly, blinking away the last of the wetness in his eyes and feeling grateful that Mal hasn't mentioned it — or maybe he hadn't noticed. He swallows, silent for a moment as he contemplates his response. A new pack; a new start, under someone who seems to understand that the world can be cruel, and wants to create something different. It sounds too good to be true, so of course he'll have to question it thoroughly. How many other wolves are in your pack?