Neverwinter Forest Itsasuane

This woman was gracious. She stepped so that Kannoyak might lead their hunting party.

The pale man bowed his head, grateful to her kindness. He found his spirit soared with the prospect of chasing prey. The thrill of the hunt had never died in him. The cotton grass man could not tire of the thing that gave him purpose.

Beaver chatter drew the white hunter’s ears to a perk. His plum stare watched the undergrowth, peering for a sign of the plump creature’s motion. Another chatter and the man stepped into a lean crouch, slowing his hurried steps. There… he fixed his sights on four of them. They were round and clumsy with their bodies but they would make for fine meals.