Neverwinter Forest but i got my grip on the devil's horns

there is a girl with kukutux's face. she comes to him as if she already knew him, and it reminds him starkly of the sunshine wolves.
you're her sister, he announces it plainly, stiffly almost, his feet dragging along the ground as he pulls himself beneath the overhang of a conifer. she was my friend. a good friend.
his eyes fall to the floor. sickness grabs hold of his gut.