Neverwinter Forest Journeying minds

A pale shape caught in the corner of his vision through the greenery. Young and elegant, the wolf moved with a delicateness.

Luhtar rumbled a low chuff—no threat in it, just a simple announcement of himself. He stood half-shadowed by the gnarled tree’s limbs. His yellow eyes narrowed slightly, curious yet cautious.

He did not wish to startle her, though her pawsteps had roused him from a fine nap.

“Hello,”