Neverwinter Forest River, O River

Luhtar’s ears twitched at her remark, a soft huff of amusement escaping him as he eased his weight from one paw to the other. He dipped his head in a small, mock bow, acknowledging her jab about solitude with good humor.

“Let’s say I’ve found some charm in company,” he retorted. He took a half-step forward, head angling toward the distant rustling in the grove. “Heard movement further in. Might be deer—winter’s left ‘em lean, but they’re still around. Quiet steps and patience, we could flush one from cover.”

He lifted his muzzle, inhaling the crisp scent of moss and damp earth. The fading light softened the world around them, painting the leaves in muted blues and greens.