Neverwinter Forest In the Woods Somewhere

Moss tilted his head thoughtfully, their ears twitching as they absorbed the man’s words. A quiet, almost apologetic smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as his gaze dropped, a flicker of sheepishness crossing his face. I’m, uh, not much of a hunter these days, he admitted with a chuckle, voice soft as he turned to waggle the stump where a leg had once been, the gesture playful, though a touch of self-deprecation lingered beneath it.

But—I’m a fair tracker—I've got a good nose, and good eyes too. I know just what to look for when the trail's gone cold.

There was a pause, then a flicker of animation brightened their features as their tail gave an eager sway. And if you’re still setting up camp, I can lend a paw there, they offered, tone taking on an edge of enthusiasm. I’ve also spent my fair share of time caring of elders and pups—keeping the little ones out of trouble and making sure the old ones are comfortable. His words hung briefly in the air, hesitation giving him pause before he added, Burial rites too, if... if those ever become necessary.

I've been traveling since I was knee high to a flea, so I've picked up a bit from here and there, a bit of a jack of all trades if I do say so myself.