Neverwinter Forest nunyae

Having decided that she was not quite hungry enough to pilfer herself a meal, Sitala began to withdraw from her inspection of the defunct den. Just outside of it's mouth was a scattering of small bones—it is here she lingers, sniffing and poking with her snout. The scent of fresh rodent is clear throughout. Something larger had eaten and disposed of the remains—curious.

There was little time for more study, though, as she caught another scent. This was warm and vibrant, clearly some kind of musk. When she lifted her head it was at the precise moment Engel spoke; she turned sharply to watch him, and the sense of hunger that had lured her to the den in the first place was revived as she looked him over.

The stranger was on the small side, but he seemed fit and healthy. She could not say she found him visibly appealing—perhaps one of her daughters might, she mused,—but that was not important. No, not at all, the woman affirmed as she drifted closer. He smelled of pack and of mountain, so she wondered if this was a man from the south.

A little far from home, aren't you? She queried, with a crocodilian smirk.