Neverwinter Forest Journeying minds

The crisp chill that clung to her now was a welcome change. Reilly, inexperienced still in her youth with the change of seasons, still found herself reveling in the ways nature adapted around her. With each passing moon cycle, it brought closer to something fresh once more—and soon, winter would blanket the loamy ground much the way brown leaves had.

And then, rebirth would come—the blooming of flowers and unfurling of leaves.

Many seemed unfazed by this, but to the Meadowfair, it was exhilarating.

Her time in the Forest had sparsely begun. The first few days had been acclimation to her new home. Still very much in the exploration stage of adjusting, the pale she-wolf found herself enthralled with the forest beauty as she carefully discovered—unknown to her that her soft paw falls upon fallen leaves might have disrupted another within the haven of his home.