Neverwinter Forest Find a shade tree and a honey hole

The forest gradually gave way to the familiar clearing where the others gathered. Luhtar’s breaths came steady but strained, the weight of their catch heavy upon his sore muscles.

The scent of blood surrounded him from all directions. If not from the wound his teeth buried into, then from what dribbled from the mouth and torn throat of the buck. It was a scent that never failed to excite him.

As they neared the edge of the clearing, Luhtar glanced over, catching a glimpse of Sólhárr. Ahead, the pack began to stir, eager shapes moving within the brambled forest, bellies grumbling.

They would feast tonight.

They would hail their king tonight.