Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur mimicked her movements in delayed ones of her own, lowering her head sniff at tracks, raising it back up as she did. Hooves were harsh and quick cutting when the angle allowed, Pangur knew this, many a scrape had been earned in pursuit of an angry buck. She had no fear of injury.

Pangur! She answered readily. And you? I have met few of Forneskja..