Neverwinter Forest full moon rising

Slowing the pace of her breathing Jaguara counted through a few moments after the dark spirit had trudged out of sight and was only distantly detected. Hm. She contemplated leaving it be and making her retreat while she could, but the forest was not so far from the Moonspear that she could not leave fully relieved. Pacing in place for a minute she slunk forward after the sleuth who moved with grace beyond her size, while Jaguara placed little effort in her casual trot that barely stirred the stems of the leaves she cleared from her path.

It took some tracking to find the beast again, but nonetheless the witch eventually spotted her from an upward slope to observe the sizable wolf in her hunt. She was a cautious little thing, but far from a coward. With controlled steps she hovered in the distance, and eventually wound around the slope and downwards testing the space between them. “Are you looking for something?” She questioned, announcing her presence in a light tone that sliced through the neutral tranquility of the forest.