Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

She was joined by a face she did not know, and yet they smelled of Forneskja. That was all that mattered to Eydis.

Can you hunt deer? She asked, bluebell eyes settling on the stranger. So long as they could hunt, Eydis would take them with no questions asked.

They seemed to be in far higher spirits than herself, but then again many of the wolves here were. A part of Eydis hoped that it would rub off on her with time.