Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Eydis, like a goddess Pangur echoed with a quick sweep of her tail; names were the first embodiment of love given to any of them; her parents must have loved her dearly to give her such a name. Pangur hoped it was true. 

We will kill a deer together, Eydis. I make this promise. The golden girl declared as if she alone controlled the winds of life. Leg be damned! They would feast on its meat this night, bring home its antlers to hang from their dens, and its fur to make their beds. Pangur moved in tow, attuned now to the hunt that lied ahead.