Neverwinter Forest Smiling Faces

Heph contemplated the questions. She was unsure of quite how to answer, she was not sure if anyone had ever really asked her but she had no reason to be dishonest and she found herself curious as to where the conversation might take her if she attempted to reply. "Sometimes lonely, but it doesn't have to be." It was at least somewhat true. While she was free to settle and choose to be in the company of others it was also a burden to have those kinds of ties that meant she had to stay in one place to be near. So sometimes she felt alone as she wandered.

She laughed a bit, breathing in the air deeply to better catch its scents and give herself a chance to catch her breath and her thoughts. Eventually she spoke again, still tinged with laughter. "It's a little bit like breathing wind." But there was an intensity in her gaze and the words. There was a certain breathlessness to that thing which resisted capture, wolves could not afford to be free of all obligations, the body and the mind both had them, and yet there were those sips of breath one could steal that felt like capturing something alive in your lungs. She hesitated as she came upon the scent of many wolves interlaced, something more like a pack. It was not the berry scent that she was looking for, nor was it a marking for a territory. Most likely a wolf belonging to a pack had simply passed by but her ears swiveled and she had to remember to be alert so that if she did come across a border she would be sure not to cross it.