Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

Luhtar rumbled a low chuckle from where he lay in the snow, his tail giving a faint thump against the ground as he watched Pangur’s infectious laughter. Her grin was wide, her energy boundless, and he couldn’t help but feel amused by how much she’d thrown herself into the spar.

“Fun maybe for you. Bear’s pride is in the snow now.” He  said. He flashed her a crooked grin, clearly not too bothered by the loss.

When she leaned down to offer her shoulder, Luhtar huffed softly, more in surprise than anything else. He shifted his weight, easing himself up with her help, careful not to lean too heavily on her smaller frame. Once he was on his feet, he gave a quick shake, sending a flurry of snow flying from his thick fur.

“Don't spar enough. Should do more. Better than sitting around.” His gaze shifted to her, yellow eyes glinting with approval. “You’re not bad, little fox. Got spirit.”