Neverwinter Forest crooked antlers

She’d gotten restless. One day became the next and she never felt… complete. She didn’t have to fight for her parent’s attention anymore with the absence of her younger siblings. She rarely thought of them and only when they’re brought up in conversation does she even remember they existed at all. She should be happy with all of their attention but in the depths of her heart she knows something is misplaced and, lingering around without purpose isn’t going to get her anywhere.
 
With reluctance, she gives each of her parents a goodbye before she leaves them behind.
 
It won’t be the last time she sees them—she knows deep in her chest—but for now, she’s on her own. She’s never had much of a wandering spirit so traveling gets boring rather easily. She puts her slow-developed skills to good use, thankful for Syzmon for teaching her everything she knows and Doe’s voice in the back of her head, keeping her save everywhere she goes.
 
Qilaq tries to follow what seems familiar but here and there she becomes lost and nothing puts her on the right track until, one moment, she recognizes something.
 
The forest, however, is wholly unfamiliar as she moves through it. She’d gone through something she recognized from the fields once she leaves the coast (breaking away before she gets to the bay). A scent catches her attention and her ears fall back on her head, looking around. The rain puts a damper on her surroundings and she can’t track the smell well enough so she wanders aimlessly until she sees a flash of grey and brown through the trees and a low sounding whine that puts her feet cemented on the ground. She knows the scent, and she thinks she recognizes the blur of fur, but she steps closer with her own whine and low swish of her tail.