Neverwinter Forest Army of angels

Her speech reminded him of Sitri, though there were more than just obvious details that separated the two. She rose, slowly and shaky, and stood beside him as meekly and frail as a newborn deer. It may have been quite a sight for an outside viewer, but to him it only marked how eerie the balance between those in packs were fairing versus those without. Mordecai did not need to guess that she had no where to be, it was evident in many niches and nuances in her overall language.

With a gesture for her to follow, the tawny Ostrega moved to bring her closer to the Spine, and nearer to a cache he had left purposefully to ward off less curious parties. With any luck, it wouldn't have been disturbed, but if it had then they would simply have to go farther. “Is Cthulhu your name?” he opted to ask then, keeping his pace slow and steady for the fragile slyph.

Getting what he could out of her, the fledgling alpha offered her some aid, before letting her go on her way.