Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Eydis. She responded, her tone lowering as the scent began to draw closer. She too knew few of Forneskja. It was silly - she had been here since the beginning and yet had barely spoken to anyone.

Like many other's, she did long for companionship. It was just difficult to bond when she had so little in common with these wolves. Solharr's words had cut her deep, too. That certainly had not helped.

Letting out a breath was her only visible sign of frustration, however. There was no reason to pout, it did not matter in this moment.