Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

He had rounded the tree once when a shadowy figure streaked by, not at all hindered by the snow. Her passing greeting reached him just in time to avoid startling him, though the disconnect between sight and sound was enough to pique his interest. Whoever it was, they seemed intent on blazing a trail to somewhere, and that was enough to give him pause for a spell. Dirge lingered there for only a few seconds more, until the sound of her hushed footfalls were gone, and then slipped from the cover of the evergreen to investigate.

For as lithe and dark as the figure was, the steps that they left were anything but. It was near impossible for creatures such as they to forge a path through powered snow and not leave a trace—less so with the night—but with the way that the snow came down it would have been a matter of time until such a path was lost. He followed after her leisurely; there was no need for haste that would find him trouble, especially when he neither needed it nor had the energy to go working himself out of it.

But generally... if someone was going somewhere at that rate of speed, they were after something. He hoped that something was in the form of a meal that would be left over in time. Or if it was a hunt, then maybe a little game was afoot to be had, at least until he was chased away. This thought, along with the sudden turn of events was enough to have him forego the damned lack of energy.