Neverwinter Forest Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds.

The trail he ambled along led from the glacier through a thick band of trees, then around to a field. On the other side of that field was more forest and so he sauntered across readily. There were scents gathered among the ferns that he disregarded — healthy, youthful, clearly canine. At this point in his life Revui did not care who he crossed paths with.

He was hungry, and the glacier did not have much life upon it to subsist upon. The forest was replete with graze lines from a resident herd of something (probably black-tailed deer, remnants of the plateau herd), and on several occasions as he traipsed between the trees he found telltale signs of rabbits and other such rodents. He did not plunge through the shadows in pursuit of anything yet; better to get the lay of the land.