Neverwinter Forest hey you, big mood

the man had an audience. of only one, to be fair. still, yngvi watched the man while she clung to the safety of the shadows.

rarely had she'd gotten the chance to witness hunts. she always stayed within the village even when under the tutelage of her grandmother, food was always served and never caught by her. until her banishment, anyways.

the fae kept her lips sealed for now, violet eyes dancing between the dark shadow of a viking and his prey.