Neverwinter Forest quiet and soft

maybe @Cicero Dvořák

A rabbit, small and swift, darted into the clearing.

The chase was short-lived; her precision as a warrior served her well, and she returned to her full height with the rabbit limp in her jaws.

Satisfied, she turned back toward the woods, carrying her prize in her teeth as she followed the winding path back toward Heimtré.

It wasn’t long before she caught the faint scent of another. She wasn’t a wolf of selfish habits; the meal would go further if shared. With a quiet chuff to announce her presence, Íruna stepped into the open, the rabbit still dangling from her jaws. She set it down gently, her lavender eyes meeting the other wolf’s with an easy calm.

“Would you like to share?” she asked simply, her tail swaying lightly behind her. “It’s fresh, and there’s more than enough for two.”

the way I sprinted... @Iruna

the outskirts heimtré had become a favorited place of the new rekkr. he'd prowl about, ignoring his introverted roots to ask if he could be of assistance to those who lay within. collecting herbs, pelts—whatever he could manage. in efforts to help. while his mobility may be rendered, cicero did not want to be stagnant. he couldn't hunt, but he could scavenge.

here he'd met many new faces. all pleasant, to his pleasant surprise. many offerings had been placed at his feet, sheepishly accepted. while a certain guilt had crept into his bones, he wouldn't refuse out of respect. he couldn't offer them prey in return, but he could offer company and perhaps the knowledge of healing. 

cicero turned to face the woman with a collected, calm expression. yet another friendly face bringing the offer of a shared meal. his fur no longer clung so tightly to his ribs. he was grateful, and yet he felt as if he couldn't properly express such. 

"thank you," he murmured. "i am afraid I do not know your name..." 

She offered a small, reassuring smile, her tail swaying faintly behind her. “Íruna, I am one of Seiðkona's seers.” she replied, dipping her head slightly in greeting. “And you must be Cicero. I’ve heard of you.” Her voice was steady, warm, but without unnecessary embellishment.

She glanced down at the rabbit she had brought, her paw brushing over the soft earth beside it. “You’ve been busy helping others. It’s good work.” There was no pity in her tone, only acknowledgment of his efforts.

With that, Íruna settled down, gently tearing at the rabbit to divide it into portions. “Here,” she said, nudging a piece toward him with her paw. “Eat. It’s better fresh.” Her tone left no room for refusal, but the faint smile on her lips softened the command. She took a piece for herself but didn’t eat right away, instead watching him.

Noticing him.