Neverwinter Forest no lamb was lost

Y’var’la moved silently through the underbrush, her slender frame barely disturbing the leaves beneath her paws. The scent of earth and pine hung thick in the air, but there was something else too—a familiar scent, the  Seiðkona. The woman’s presence still lingered in Y’var’la’s mind, despite her efforts to cast it aside. 

Sólhárr's words echoed in her ear—'appease her and you may find your place among us.' The memory was sharp, a sudden crackle of lightning in a dry sky, quick and unsettling. And now, Callyope was seeking her out.

Paws slowed as Y’var’la slipped between the trees, her posture cool and composed, her mind calculating. She could feel Callyope’s presence before she saw her, and the woman turned on her heel to face the white figure in the distance.

"Seiðkona,"she greets with a breath, meeting the woman half-way.