Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Luhtar braced himself, watching Pangur recover with surprising speed. The way she darted under him and nipped at his heels earned a low, rumbling growl—not of anger, but of amusement. She was slippery, that much was true, and her playful antics kept him on his toes.

“You sneaky,” he grunted, shifting his weight to turn after her. “But fox no beat bear.”

He kept his focus sharp, his heavy frame moving with practiced precision despite his bulk. Pangur’s lightness and energy made her unpredictable, but Luhtar had spent years reading the movements of prey, and she was no exception. When she lunged for him again, aiming high this time, he was ready.

With a quick pivot, his broad shoulder swung into her path. Before she could gain full purchase, his large paw came up to catch her mid-air. It wasn’t a strike—more of a controlled block, his sheer weight and size halting her momentum.