Neverwinter Forest full moon rising

She would have to move on. Or, change her path. But Tonravik had studied these woods and searched in them a variety of other times. The thought that the leader of the Spine might not return at all had never occurred to the leader. To Tonravik, it was only a matter of time. Her lip curled upward in contempt for the woman who had left her pack, and she snorted. Tonravik would search for the wretch no longer. She would let the runaway, the coward, come to her.

The sound of shivering leaves drew her attention, and Tonravik drew in a heavy amount of air. Not pack. Not the woman she sought. Her eyes turned and she saw a wolf equally as dark as she, and a perked ear twitched as the others lilting tone met her ears. "No," and that was the truth. Presently, she wasn't. Minutes ago, she had been. But her search had ended.