Neverwinter Forest at the garden

With eyes soft as moonlight, Íruna looked upon Callyope, blinking her thanks before she could even speak. She shifted to turn upon her paws, tail eager and twitching as she intended to give the Seiðkona her full attention.

Her gifts were heartwarming. They set Íruna's tail to twitching faster, a soft wag behind her plush frame as she stepped forwards. Her nose pressed to the bundle and she inhaled a greedy scent of the mixed scents. Savory venison and gritty fresh moss, a refreshing scent.

"Thank you, dear Callyope." She spoke warmly, then gazing upon the woman with a fond expression. A soft twinkle within her eyes.

She was glad her chieftain woman was not fierce, instead warm, inviting. It made for a comfier transition into the lifestyle around her.

Íruna picked the bundle up after neatly folding it back up with her nose, turning to nestle it against the curling roots of the great oak she'd made into her little workshop. "You are free to join me, Seiðkona. I would know no greater joy than your company."