Neverwinter Forest Chianti

Wraen nodded, when Mal had finished describing his missing son. She would keep an eye out for him and, since not many wolves sported the same unusual coat color, she felt more optimistic about recognizing the boy, if she ever came across him.

"No, that pack is long since gone," she shook her head in response. "Our group is not that big to take our chances travelling an unknown terrain," she said. "But I am all ears for any alternative routes you have in mind. At present we have no set destination planned."

"I imagine they are hardly anyone's favourite neighbours, unless you happen to be related to them. At other places they make alliances by marriage. I can't say that all Moonspear women are attractive - but that might have changed over time," Wraen grinned.