Neverwinter Forest bloom under the willow tree

a hunting song caused ears to swivel atop his head, the voice unfamiliar to him. he turned from the direction he'd originally intended, cutting his course to who he assumed to be a member of one of the other villages.

when spotted, he stopped to offer the woman glowed with motherhood a soft chuff. he remained where he stood, still leary of strangers but not off-putting since she held the scent of anânsiak.

"you are hunting?" he asked in a test of his mother-tongue.