Neverwinter Forest the way in which i walk

The eerie glaze of frost covered the trees, the ferns, whatever it desired. This included Mordecai, who had been making his way back through the wood towards the Spine. He had pushed himself out for a run, a lengthy check of old trails recorded to memory. It was a far reaching effort to see if he could find any travelers in the dense forestry, but on that day none had. Instead what he had found had been a plump hare, which had long been done away with. Bloodied paws and jaw guided him swiftly towards home, but something tugged him in a different direction.

He first saw her through glimpses of heavy foliage, shrouded by the frost-turned-mist of the lightest part of the day. The sun set more rapidly now, Mordecai noted, which to him only signified that winter was well on its way. A matter of days, weeks at best, and he imagined they would all be treking through snow drifts instead of damp, cold grounds. The remains of his meal forgotten, he had not considered his appearance as he chose to jog closer to her. Curiosity had once again earned the better of him, and he gave her a crisp chuff through the cover.