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

Luhtar walked alongside Eydís, his ears flicking toward her as she spoke. Her words brought a faint smile to his face, and his tail swayed briefly behind him. “Good,” he replied, his tone warm. “Forneskja… is lucky for you to stay.” The words were careful but genuine, his thick accent rounding the edges of his speech.

As she lifted her snout to scent the air, Luhtar mirrored her movements, his own nose twitching as he searched for any trace of prey. He stayed a step behind, watching her with a quiet curiosity. “What you smell?” he asked after a pause, keeping his voice low.

Faint. Nearly inaudible.

His yellow eyes scanned the area briefly, his steps careful and deliberate as he waited for her answer. He was eager to contribute but content to let her guide the hunt, more than happy to trust her instincts in this unfamiliar part of the territory.