Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Luhtar watched as Pangur rose to her feet. The energy in her was palpable, a spark of enthusiasm that made him nod in quiet approval.

"Good," he said, a slow grin curling at the corners of his mouth.

He moved a few paces back, giving her space. His body was low and ready, tail swaying behind him as he sized her up. Luhtar was a creature of the earth—broad, solid, and grounded—but he knew not to underestimate the opponent. It was something he would never do.

He squared his shoulders, waiting for her move. There was no malice in his stance, only a clear intent—test the strength, but also the spirit of the pack. To fight for something worth defending, even if it wasn’t violence they craved.

"Come on, Pangur," he urged, his tone steady. "We see what you got."