Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

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rökkur, too, was not one to linger too long within the heart of the territory. he much preferred patrolling, marking and hunting. his paws were constantly worked, his body, too. he kept himself in a good condition, well-muscled and regularly groomed. a celebration of self. a nod to the máni, the moon, in all of her glory.

he was on his way to the border, now, and the scent of another forneskja wolf drifted towards him, of which he followed. nostrils flared as he drew closer, careful with his steps, calculated and precise. it was a man that he saw, then. moving, too. and when the shadow took in another breath of air, the smell of ungulate caught his attention.

a low woof sounded from behind the ash-blonde wolf, and, should he turn his head, rökkur would give a wordless, affirming nod. perceptive. a hunt was ongoing, and the shadow would quite like to tag along. two hunters were better than one, after all.

paws followed behind. silent. those of a tracker; a hunter; a warrior.