Neverwinter Forest moon spirits

Through the dim light and the weaved shadows of her home, she spotted him. Again. The telltale dark fur and mysterious blue eyes. He smelled of the forest, of Lote and even faintly, of Moonglow. His rumbled greeting was met in turn, with a low and pleasant chuff.

Tail held loosely to further convey her amicability, the Northern woman shifted her path towards him. She came in steadily, huffing softly through her nose. She smelled heavily of her sister and Fjall. If he permitted, she would skim her nose gently along the edge of his ear. "Makan." She breathed warmly. "I greet you."