Neverwinter Forest My queen won't feed on milk and honey

Her spirit too, was guided towards others; Pangur could feel nothing but joy that the gods allowed their paths to cross. Lucky, for if the cougar had not sliced through her, she would not have been here to see any of this place, or meet its people. 

'This place has need for one like you.' She said, and Pangur would've bloomed were she a flower. Instead, her ears simply perked, and her smile tore wider, much as her cuts stung. She followed the direction, lowering herself and keeping her leg out for the woman to work with. I will give to you all that I am. I think... that this place is special. My spirit is one that gives. I wish to give to this place, whatever I can. I will sing your songs for you, Seiðkona. Pangur spoke softly as she let her work away.