Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur thought she might take a walk. See more of this territory and explore this land set aside by the gods. It was a beautiful place; one that reminded Pangur too much of home, the only one she'd had. She had to wonder if she wished for more than just passing hospitality. If she wanted to stay, properly and truly stay; hunt, work, live, maybe even have little babies some day, mini Pangur's running around, and what mischief they would bring! 

Truth be told, she hadn't spared much thought to what she wanted before. Always always putting others above, it left Pangur in this strange place in between. She wondered.. would móður approve? Was she looking at her now, stars in her eyes and a song in her throat? Pangur did not linger on her ache. She travelled because it was so fulfilling to do so. She travelled because she met all kinds of people, those things did not have to change.. not entirely. A cold winter wind whipped through the air, not so strong here in the forest, yet still enough to ruffle through scrappy golden fur, refreshing, not so chilling.  

She wanted to stay. Even once her leg was mended, she wished to give herself to this place, to building it, to protecting it. It was a strange feeling. Slinking through the conifers, she came upon another of Forneskja's members, and wasted little time before hollering out a greeting. Hallo! May I join you? Pangur quickened her pace, coming right up.