Neverwinter Forest we keep moving forward

@Pangur maybe? <3
happens right after the meeting is over!

The meeting passed in a blur, words flowing faster than she could grasp. So much had been said, yet she wasn’t sure what to make of it all.
Seiðkona was missing. Rhaena’s ears twitched at the news, her gaze flicking toward Solharr. Was she his mate? The thought unsettled her, though she wasn’t sure why. She caught his expression and, for a brief moment, felt a pang of sympathy, offering him a quiet, uncertain look.
Then came the talk of moving to the quarry. She had passed one on her journey, though whether it was the same, she couldn’t say. It was her first day among them, and already, everything was shifting. The shadow girl didn’t believe in ghosts, but if Solharr saw fit to lead them elsewhere, she would follow.
During the meeting, a golden-furred woman had stood beside her, a small smile offered in silent acknowledgment. With nothing of her own to gather, Rhaena turned to seek her out, offering her help if she needed it.
She did not go after Raedwulf. Not today. The sting of his indifference still sat too heavy on her chest.

YES! <3

The crowd shifts, some leave, some linger, Pangur stays and lets it sink into her head. Whatever reservations the news of a move might have stirred, they were absent as her hazel gaze steeled into something determined.
She would need to gather the furs that lined her den, and as she set off to do that very thing, she was soon joined by the shadowed girl from the meeting, tawny ears swivel to catch the steps of her paws as she nears. Oh- Hallo! I do not think we have had the chance to meet yet! I am Pangur, Nattfari to Forneskja. She greets with a cheery lilt and a smile to match, the announcement may have been soaked in gloom, but Pangur would not break. It was times like these that people needed their spirits lifted the most, and so she buried the part of her own heart that cracked at Seiðkona's disappearance.
She leans back to her haunches at the mouth of her den, glad for the company.

Rhaena’s ears perked as the golden woman turned to her, greeting her with a warmth that was hard to ignore. It was nice; comforting, even, in the midst of all the uncertainty.
”Nice to meet you, Pangur. I'm Rhaena,” she began, testing the name on her tongue, letting it roll in a way that felt almost playful. „I like your name. It sounds… strong.” A bright observation, one she did not hesitate to share.
She took a step closer, tail giving the smallest of wags. „Nattfari… that means… scout, right? Does that mean you’ve traveled far? What kind of places have you seen?” The words tumbled out in quick succession, curiosity shining in her periwinkle gaze. Perhaps Pangur has seen the quarry as well?
Then, the shadow girl paused, glancing past her toward the den; „I don’t have any hides to gather, but I can help! I’m good at carrying things! Or keeping you company, if you’d rather.” A smile stretched across her face, easy and genuine. She rocked back onto her haunches, not quite settling, still brimming with an energy she was barely containing, waiting for Pangur’s response with an eager gleam in her eyes.