Neverwinter Forest it's about progress

He almost misses the grin, still caught up in grooming himself, but when he sees it his heart skips a little. And then he makes up his mind. When the scent is gone, then, He says — rushing it despite Mal's attempts. Zephyr has never been known for his patience. He mimics Mal's rolling in the snow to get the scent fully off of him, feeling fairly confident in how much it has faded under all his grooming and rolling by the time he stops. He hardly notices it anymore, if at all. He shivers a little as he rights himself, standing to shake his fur out. The cold has only made him miss being touched even more.