Neverwinter Forest About how all her bones are broken

Íruna turned her head slowly, the faint rustling of moss beneath her paws the only sound as her lavender eyes fixed on the wolf who had spoken. He was resolute, standing with the aura of a King. She, likewise, stood firm, her own posture steady, neither defensive nor submissive.

It seemed they shared the same tongue, something Íruna found no less comforting. “I seek answers.”

Her gaze did not waver as she regarded him. “This is not the place I fell asleep. The gods have brought me far from my home, and I would know why.”

She paused, the thick fur along her neck shifting slightly as the wind moved through the clearing. “Your lands… they are unfamiliar, but they are not mine to tread without reason. If I have trespassed, it is not by choice.”

Íruna’s voice carried no trace of apology, only the weight of truth. She did not ask for permission to stay, nor did she demand it.