Neverwinter Forest The Guilt Trip

The agouti girl responded – studying her gently. Allure shifted her weight, feeling the wind ruffle her black and ivory pelt lightly before she gave a nod – she did not believe her, but she would not pry. “I’m Allure,” she offered then, tipping her muzzle down slightly in polite greeting. Pausing then, her mind considering how to better get to know her pack mate, she then swept gently down to her haunches, hoping she was not intruding too much. “Have you been here long?”