Neverwinter Forest Listen Song Bird

rökkur had been tending to the moongrove, her flowers and her grasses and the plantlife that decorated the glen, when a lilting, melodic voice rode the winds towards him. one that he did not know, and the scent that followed shortly thereafter only confused him further. she smelt of a neighbouring pack, of moonspear, but also faintly of sólhárr.

the guardian would move, then. towards the voice of the girl, the one who sang of the redwood tree. he walked along with confidence, navigating the twisting paths of the neverwinter with a learnt ease, bringing himself forwards with large strides. scarlet gaze eventually settled upon a girl of oak and ebony, the white splash by her eyes bringing further attention to her blue gaze. he nodded his head, a polite greeting to the cubkin.

hello, he would hum, looking over her figure, drawing in the budding forneskja loyalty that laid upon her pelt. a vague reminder of catamaran and callyope stuck to her fur like burrs. this girl must be their newest member. i am rökkur. what is your name - and what were you sent here for? surely she would not just be wandering the forest aimlessly ; and without a guide? perhaps she was sent to him, the verndari.

he drew in her scent once more, coming to a conclusion: did sólhárr send you?