Neverwinter Forest crooked antlers

He notices her, recognizes her, and her heart flutters in a way it often does not. He is the first thing familiar since she left her parents and the urge to rush forward and embrace him is easily overwhelming. She whines several times and her tail speeds up behind her. Her nose bobs a few times and she takes a few steps forward. It doesn’t matter, he is the first grip on solid ground she’s had in weeks. Bright, grey eyes close as she surges forward and buries herself into his chest. She stumbles her weight into him and noses against his fur.
 
Reluctantly, she untangles herself and puts space between them once more. It has been a long time since she’s seen him, most of which she has easily forgotten. His presence in her memory has not faded despite how much has become lost over time. His name being one of them.
 
Rounded ears fall back against her head and she closes her eyes to settle over the sudden guilt, putting it aside so that she does not scare him away. “Heh-hey,” she murmurs. Her tail curls around one side of her hip as if she were going to sit down but she’s reminded of the wet ground as her paws squish in the dirt. She sighs and fidgets her position. “Yo-you’re wet too. This time,” she says as, slowly, her memory pieces back together.