Neverwinter Forest Songs and Forests

Luhtar’s ears flicked at the sound of her voice—gentle, concerned even. He had expected questions, not kindness. Especially after that flash of something in her eyes. But she did not attack his pride. Instead, she offered help. He shifted his weight, teeth set in a grimace as a pulse of pain radiated from the puncture wound. The memory of tooth and horn swirled in his mind, but he pushed it aside.

“Nice to meet Kinusi,” he said, rolling her name awkwardly on his tongue. He angled himself so she could see the wound more clearly. “Many look at,” he admitted with a stiff shrug, wincing as it pulled at tender flesh. “But did not want bother others today. Busy times. But if you can help, I not refuse.”

He lowered his head a fraction, a silent gesture of thanks. He knew the cost of pride. Letting a wound fester would do him no favors and do Forneskja no good. “I strong,” he said gruffly, as though stating a known fact, “but wound still hurt. You have herbs? I trust your paws.”

At her comment about the deer and caribou, he managed a faint, lopsided grin. “They sense peace in your voice. Maybe you sing them calm.” He half-huffed, half-chuckled at his own poor attempt at humor, looking at her sidelong.