Neverwinter Forest (m) he reflects hope and worry like a troubadour

The panther gave a regretful shake of his head; it was clear that his thoughts veered toward worry. He knew she was capable, but she was still young to be out on her own, deaf and mute, with only a bird to watch her back. Dutch kept an eye out for it above the trees, and called out her name every now and again to see if it might flit up into the open, but it never did.

-"She walked south-east,"- he said, point out the last direction he'd caught her trail. -"She did at first, at least."-

He hadn't looked for her for very long. At first, only because he assumed she would soon return, and then later on because his headings no longer held her scent. There were few he felt comfortable sending out. Fallen Sun could not communicate well. Sulukinak was too precious to him. None of the newer members knew her scent. He should have gone himself, then, but he had not.