Neverwinter Forest Itsasuane

Prey scent was plentiful in the forest. As Kannoyak prowled the fresh aroma of pine filled his head and soothed him into a hunter’s pace. He moved into the trees, deeper and faster as he searched for something that would be adequate to offer to the wolves of the moon. Another owl sounded, hooting into the darkening trees.

If not for the musical note, Kannoyak might have missed the other hunter. Her hum sounded and drew his ears up, forward, curious to know what it was that would make this sound. It was otherworldly to the white hunter.

The man released a low howl to announce his presence to this unknown being.