Neverwinter Forest and undignified suffering is firing up again

If Lótë had been privy to Makan's inner thoughts, she'd have found it slightly amusing -- having been marked with the totem of the bear and being a mother herself, full of teeth and ready to bite where it came to her cubs. 

The doe stilled, for once as cautious as he when the length of him curved along the slim shape of her. Optics of spring growth watched the blackbird closely as he returned to her side, wonderingly. 

Shaking the moment off, Lótë nipped at his cheek playfully -- her movements slow and gentle, uncertain if he had ever played in his life even as a child. 

She grinned and darted into the woods, ears splaying to make sure she hadn't left him behind.