Neverwinter Forest River, O River

Luhtar moved quietly through the underbrush, his broad shoulders brushing aside a few stubborn ferns as he headed out to hunt. He paused for a moment at the edge of the clearing, eyes scanning the length of the grove.

Just as he began to lower himself closer to the ground, preparing to slip into the deeper shadows, the soft sound of another’s approach reached his ears. He straightened, turning his head.

There, padding through the thinning canopy, came Y’var’la. Her shape moved steadily forward, stepping carefully through the fading light. Luhtar’s hunt would have to wait—unless...

He shifted his weight, giving a small call that'd hopefully only be audible upon her ears. "Y'var'la!" A whisper-yell. When she turned to look at him, he rolled his shoulders, teasing, beckoning.

"Up for a hunt?"