Neverwinter Forest no lamb was lost

Her brows arched in genuine curiosity, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Really?" she exclaimed, her words curling around the paler woman like tendrils of smoke, woven together with a blend of intrigue and teasing mischief. "And what should Forneskja expect?" Y'var'la posed the question, driven more by her own curiosity than the interests of her pack.

The Rekker paused, allowing the weight of the moment to settle over her as her gaze drifted toward the distant clifftops, where rugged crags met the sky. A thoughtful expression crossed her face, and after a moment's contemplation, she shrugged.

"I don't see why not," she replied, her voice carrying the underlying sense of possibility. It sounded like a proposition in the making, but she would make no such assumptions. "Is that something you need? Envoys?"