Neverwinter Forest But while I watch her grow

Midday Eydis returned from a hunt. Muzzle bloody, the leg of an ungulate in her jaws, her mood was significantly better than usual.

She settled down near her den to begin her meal. Tearing away at the meat her tail waved gently, and she found that for the first time in a long time she was feeling like her old self. The way she was before her children, before Chevy, before the fae.

Still she was not whole for she lacked what she most desired, but at the very least she found herself to be happy. Although, she was alone. That was what Eydis preferred, usually, but Solharr's harsh words had stuck with her.

She frowned, her brow furrowing.