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

Luhtar’s ears twitched at her words, and a faint grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Strong enough,” he echoed, his tone carrying a flicker of humor as his tail gave a brief wag. Her confidence was infectious, and he found himself mirroring her eagerness, his steps growing more purposeful as he followed her lead.

He let his nose dip to the ground, searching for the faint musk of deer among the forest scents. It didn’t take long to catch the trail—a faint but promising sign of their quarry. His yellow eyes flicked to Eydís, and he gestured subtly with his muzzle toward the direction the scent grew stronger. “There. They pass here.”

Though his instincts urged him to press forward, he held back, keeping a respectful distance behind her. This was her hunt to lead, and he was more than willing to follow her direction. Yet his muscles coiled with readiness as he moved silently, his large frame surprisingly light over the forest floor.

Luhtar’s voice was low, barely above a whisper, as he spoke again. “Close now. I follow you.”