Neverwinter Forest sikuruk

There was a quiet sound within the grove. Kilgitsuk slowed his pace and turned his attention to a fallen log as he passed it, thinking that there might be something hiding within the moss-choked walls of it. He sniffed around the rotted opening, then along the moss, but found little trace of anything worth giving chase to.

The sounds came again and this time a little bit louder. They tugged at something deep and primal within Kilgitsuk which he hadn't felt since he had last been home with his boys, something reserved for mothers and fathers. This paternal instinct drew him through the woods—but at first he side-stepped around the ruddy red-brown bundle that was Ajei, as the girl blended in well with the autumn leaves.

He stopped again to gather his bearings.