Neverwinter Forest Songs and Forests

Luhtar’s ears twitched. The breeze carried her scent, and beneath the chorus of strange melody and sweet breath of meadow, he caught the telltale notes of Forneskja. She was one of theirs. He didn’t know her name, but he knew the scent that marked her as pack.

He shifted his weight off his sore side, wincing faintly. Still healing. Still tender. He tried to ignore the stiffness in his flank as he stepped closer, not too close to alarm her or the grazing herd, but enough that she’d see him clearly.

“Hello. You part of us, yes?” A slow dip of his head indicated the packlands behind him. He inhaled, confirming the familiarity of her scent. It settled a cautious warmth beneath his ribs.

“You sing like no fear. Deer… caribou,” he rumbled, glancing toward the creatures still foraging with a wary eye. “They not spook. Your song soothe.” He smiled.

“I Luhtar."