Neverwinter Forest at the garden

Íruna worked quietly, her paws moving with practiced ease as she sorted the herbs she’d gathered. Each sprig was carefully inspected before being added to the small cache she had dug, nestled beneath the shelter of a low, moss-covered tree.

The faint sound of approaching steps drew her attention. She lifted her head, lavender eyes scanning the trees until they settled on the figure coming toward her. Íruna straightened, her expression calm but watchful, her paws brushing stray dirt from her fur.

The other wolf carried something—a bundle clumsily wrapped in a rabbit pelt. Íruna’s gaze flicked to it briefly before returning to the wolf’s face. A smile fluttered to her face almost immediately, ears swiveling towards the pale, regal form of Callyope.

"Seiðkona" She spoke with a voice soft as morning dew, "Your presence honors me. How may I help you?"