Neverwinter Forest You’ll just have to wait and see

Unkept, worn, solemn. He features revealed a harder version of himself though the many trials he had gone through. Vallkyrie suffered too, but those pups that were lost, their packmates dead, Mal was far closer to them then Vallkyrie had ever been.

She watched him a moment as she stood out into the open land beyond their forest and after some time, slowly padded into his direction. Within her jaws, a small muskrat. It was thin from having grown hungry without being able to forage properly. Vallkyrie was thinner too beyond her normal subtle curve of a runner's figure and now onto that of malnourished. The winter storms had taken much from them.

Coming to his from the side toward their border, she settled the rodent down near. If anyone should keep their strength up, it was their leader. We're falling apart Mal... She says then, blatantly honest and the weight of it was heavy in her features. Her icy cold eyes cast up towards the trees. I think this forest, regardless of all its beauty, is cursed. And it was much so a very beautiful forest of pine. Vallkyrie was at her happiest living in a forest and this one held her heart for some time but now it only hurt. I thought things would get better, but it only gets worse. She had been distant with him. Distant from many, in fact, for months savor with her sister who had now too left the forest behind.