Neverwinter Forest All that we are and all that we have ever been

Pangur's hazel gaze followed Solharr as he circled, undaunted as she always was. He was friendly, and so in her mind there wasn't much to be daunted by. Still, she knew strength and she could see it ripple through the hárkonungr, king that he was. See? So lucky she catches the king on his daily rounds. All was where it needed to be at this precise moment in time. 

The gods had willed it so. Pangur looked to the trees, perhaps to glimpse a raven, or an owl; even if she did not, she knew they watched.

Thank you for your hospitality, hárkonungr. I will try dearly not to disappoint. She grinned, mischief oh the tip of her tongue. For now, she followed, limping along.