Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

It was difficult, adjusting to life in a large pack. Eydis had always lived in small family groups. Two to five wolves at most.

She supposed that was partially to blame for her social skills - or lack thereof. But at the very least her hunting was a break from things. Often on her own she could not bring home anything too big, but it was a chance to enjoy herself more than anything.

Mouth opened the slightest as she took in the surroundings scents, a frown grew on her face. She could smell deer, yes, but she could only smell deer. Multiple. She was not confident that she could take one down on her own, particularly if it was not alone.