Neverwinter Forest River runs wild with what has gone before

The forest would be nice, she thinks, if she didn't loathe the feeling of pine needles under her paws. It's beautiful and green and quiet here, and it reminds her of something she can't quite recall. A place she's seen before, perhaps — or maybe it's just the feeling that's so familiar. Either way, the whole thing is pretty much ruined by the pine needles littering the forest floor, so it doesn't really matter. Ugh, She mumbles, freezing when her single utterance is followed by the sudden, faint sound of footsteps. Her head lifts slightly as the scent of a stranger grows overwhelmingly strong, gaze flitting over the spaces between the trees until pale fur catches her eye. Hello? She calls a little uncertainly, taking a few steps toward the figure and trying not to think about all the pine needles she's stepping on.