Neverwinter Forest sinew

though well attuned to the realm of fae and fel, the shadow held no notion of exerting such will over flesh and blood. a spirit might be summoned from the aether, but a body could not be dragged across the earth through sheer force of will. thus, she was given pause when the dim scene abruptly shifted to life as if pulled upright on puppet strings, the stage set and ready for the ash warrior's spotlit entrance.

the shadow glimpsed him through the trees at first, the very picture of the time-worn raw stone of a roman emperor carved to last an eternity. leaves rustled above, and the dim sunlight shifted and scattered bright dappling to illuminate new places. the shadow stilled. a deep rumble bled into the space between them for half a heartbeat, then broke into a croon, and the shadow knew they would be welcomed once again. she surged into his personal space like a wave breaking against the shore, all cat-quick nips and purling, throaty vocalizations, bestowing her violent affections on him with near-reverent precision.

then she drew back as if tethered by some invisible force. spirit-whispers, beckoning;

spirits call, the shadow told the war reaper, hushed. to find ursus, and then to go far, where land ends. to find ursus reverberated through the air, haunting. the spirits called.