Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

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it happened rather often, her paws straying from ouroboros spine. galana still satiated her need to move, insistent on at least carrying back some small animal between her jaws; something to show for her days or rather nights away. her body recovered at a consistent pace within moonglow. now, the nomadic traits only flickered hotter within her.

the ruddy figure kept her nose low to the ground and paced alongside the western edge of the forest to catch what the wind might send her way. the fur along her spine prickled when the breeze carried the scent of a stranger her way. closer than she might have originally thought, galana had never seen a wolf so big. complicated mixes of colors: reds, blues and black, cream all decorated his fur, it was the only other detail the girl could denote as she squinted his direction.

despite the raise of her ears his way, she only lowered further. had he seen her, was this man aware of his fiery shadow?