Neverwinter Forest She don't fuss, she don't whine

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Sleep clung to the heavy coat of the pudgy man. Having returned to his little hollow in the mid of night, he'd curled up and faded into a restless sleep immediately. Only to have it disturbed come morning by the faint, approaching crunch of leaf underfoot.

His head perked upwards almost immediately, sleepy eyes blinking at the blurry figure of a woman. His nostrils, ringed by wet, twitched with cautious curiosity.

His worries were quelled by recognition. Eydís! Sleep had been lost on the man suddenly, paws pressing into the earth below to haul himself upwards. He gave his coat, messied and ruined by sticks and leaves, a brisk shake.

"Góðan daginn, Eydís."— Good morning. He hummed sleepily, tail hitching into a quick wag behind his rump.