Neverwinter Forest entropy

As he drew closer, she too recognised the scent of moonwolves upon his pelt, faint as they were, relaxing further and giggling quietly at his apparent fascination. It was not unusual for Tulugak to meet those unaccustomed to the ways of the north. In fact, it rather excited her to indulge him what her people believed. Though, she would have a little fun first.

"He says you smell worse than a reindeer's rump," a suddenly serious look on her face. In truth, she was not shaman nor an expert in spiritual communication, yet there were certain vocalisations or movements the snowcloud had begun to recognise as signals for the birds mood. Meltwater eyes fixed on the man, inquisitively guaging his reaction.