Neverwinter Forest Fly me higher and higher and higher

Pangur drifted around the homestead, a hum filling the air whereever she walked; she was in high spirits today! Her leg finished with the labour of healing, now she had merely to wait for her fur to regrow in the places claws had torn away. Winter had swallowed the forest, though it remained green in the face of it all; and thank the gods for such a thing! Whipping winter winds were not quite so biting with the dense forest took the brunt of it. This enclave where they all gathered, it was a sancturary.

Pangur had slept outside, beneath the company of the stars and in the eyes of the gods, but it was chilly! and her decision to stay meant she would have to find some place to make her own. A little den, maybe close to the other women. 

A cozy tree burrow, she only had to dig a little bit of snow out of it before it was cleared; she would need pelts to soften the frozen ground, but for now, the simple covering of old tree was plenty fine for Pangur. 

Now to pretty the place up. Pangur sat back on her haunches, staring at the opening with a crooked head, making her plans.