Neverwinter Forest porcine

It did not take long before someone found him. It was not Solharr this time; he thought it might be by scent alone, so strong was his musk. Then when he turned and saw the pale shape of a wolf, he thought it was the witch he had spoken of. When she spoke he was not fully convinced it wasn't still.

Fire licked at her face, her ears. There was an effeminate, almost fey-like quality to much of her features, and something familiar there, but also a more broad tone to the shoulders. Youth tucked her belly and balanced her posture. No, not the witch. The daughter.

Many times. As a boy. He answered in his sullen way.