Neverwinter Forest River, O River

Y’var’la’s smirk deepened as Luhtar spoke, her eyes following the subtle motion of his head toward the grove. Her gaze flicked past him, scanning the darkened foliage with quiet calculation.

She stepped closer, her movements fluid, her tail brushing faintly against a low-hanging fern. Her nose lifted, testing the air as he had, her keen eyes narrowing thoughtfully

"Quiet steps and patience," she repeated, her tone lightly sardonic. "Think you can manage both at once?"

Without waiting for his response, she began to move toward the grove, inching forward with light paws, body low and poised like a shadow weaving through the underbrush. She glanced over her shoulder briefly, her sharp gaze catching his. "Come on, then," she said softly, her voice like the night wind. "Let’s see if you can keep up."