Neverwinter Forest bloom under the willow tree

She smiled softly at him, feeling an instant kinship at his admittance as she glanced over his shoulder and toward where he'd come from. That is okay—I am not very good, either, her eyes, sunbright, returned to him. If you are hungry, maybe we can try hunting together?

Oh, that, she said next in reply to his question, shaking her head slowly. That is just something that I came up with. My mother, Kukutux, taught my about hunting songs when I was younger, and I've only just started singing again. she paused, then wondered: You know Kukutux, right?