Neverwinter Forest they say truth is the first causality of war

rusalka watches as the girl comes forward, shrugging off the soft shadows that had tried and failed to cling to her. she reminds him of his children with a soft pang to his chest; though unlike granite she carried the scent of pack upon her which eases the worst of rusalka's paternal concerns.

hello, he greets back. i'm rusalka cairn, from ravensthorpe. he thinks he recognizes the scent she carries from the large hunt but that had been a blur that he could barely recount.

a small pause is given before the cairn patriarch inquires, gesturing to the prize she'd left tucked behind. out here hunting, too?