Neverwinter Forest full moon rising

@jaguara

The witching hour came and went. Her stride was long and sure. Thus yet, there were no signs of the wretch who had abandoned the Spine... but she was a woman who was nothing if not thorough. The Spine she would return to. This investigation was necessary, but she never drew too terribly far from the Spine. Far enough, however, where any wolf that breathed near her would survive it.

In the cover of darkness, she was barely perceptible. The woman was a dark, jet black with nothing else to her except for the earthen brown her eyes carried. Not even this brought warmth to her cold, sharp features. Her shoulders rolled as the woman weaved through the forest, no sign of the once-leader to be noted. There was no doubt by now that if the woman who had abandoned the lands had returned, she would know the lands were no longer her own. Birthright did not make a land your own, nor did succession into power. Tonravik had taken that land, had made her presence known, and none stopped her. Whatever reason the other left it mattered not, just that she had. And Tonravik was there to stay.