Neverwinter Forest [m] My baby don't cry

The creature fell, dying just as many other's had before it. Eydis felt a twinge of dissatisfaction, releasing her grip. The boar was dead, and yet she did not feel finished here.

Solharr's praises reached her, pulling her attention. Carefully she thought over the hunt, looking for something she could praise in return. It was only polite. You are slow, Solharr. Calculated, was the word that would have been more appropriate. It was what she had intended.

Staring for a moment longer, she then returned to the leg she had previously injured. Pulling, tugging, the 'pop' and 'crack' of bones soon came, Eydis taking the leg for herself. It would be something for her to chew on later, and something for her to eat now.