Neverwinter Forest Intrepid

Tonravik did not expect to make eye contact with anyone, but when she did, the hairs along her nape rose. The woman maintained eye contact until the larger beast distracted him, and then broke away herself to continue her circle, sniffing at the air to garner details on the other. But there were none to be earned yet, and so she continued to prowl loosely around the thing she had tracked for long days and nights.

The woman did not seek him out in the wood. Instead, she reclined onto her haunches, her eyes upon the beast. It let out a low bellow, as though its herd would come to its summon. Once, the sound had caused Tonravik to look around; but he had made this sound so many times before this moment that she knew nothing would come of it. Its many sons would not come to find it, now.

Its head drooped again. Tonravik rose to take a step toward it, but its eyes fell sharpy toward her, ears swiveling. Another step. Its wise eyes had a defeated look to them, and it was this that brought Tonravik closer to it. A howl loosed to call to her pack-mates if they wished to join on this meal, and her eyes sought the figure in the brush ahead as she went to begin her meal, alert even as she dug into the mighty beast.