Neverwinter Forest what i've done

Rosalyn had taken herself southward once more, preferring the balmy south to the bite of the northern winds.  She had met a couple of interesting souls, but continued her nomadic tendencies, wandering place to place with little care as to where she ended up.  Mostly the past couple of days she had followed the food, hunting down a couple birds and a few smaller creatures already.  A large kill would be nice but she wasn't about to risk her neck to get it.  Easy target or none.

She was sniffing around for a game trail to follow, hoping it would finish at an old or weak one that she could follow a while, when she caught a familiar scent instead. Her brows lifted in surprise to find him so far from where she assumed his home to be. Following the scent, she soon was able to find him resting beneath a tree. "Kitten?" She'd forgotten his name. What was it again? Paul?