Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

for @Pangur

Luhtar padded into the moonlit clearing of The Glen, his heavy frame leaving faint impressions in the snow as he walked. The air felt thick with the scent of pine and the subtle sweetness of moonflowers, their white blooms bright even under the touch of winter's approaching chill.

His eyes scanned the glen, searching for any familiar figure. His shoulders rolled with a quiet, practiced motion, a low hum of restlessness threading through his thoughts.

His gaze caught sight of Pangur, and a brief flicker of recognition sparked in him. He had never spoken with the she-wolf, but talk was ample within any group. He'd slowly begun to put faces to names.

He lifted his head and gave a short, sharp boof—a low, playful bark to get her attention.

“Pangur,” he greeted with a swish of his tail. “You spar? Could use company."