Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur should not have been hunting. This did not stop Pangur from nodding anyways, a grin sneaking its way across her face. She was her own greatest enemy, and yet, she had faith that she would be fine. It would be good of her to contribute! 

Are you tracking some now? She asked, falling into pace with her fellow hunter. Her eyes a pretty blue, but ruminating with this sort of weight. Then again, she could have simply been tired, Pangur knew very little about these others in Forneskja. Hunting together was an opportunity to know more.