Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur's grin spread wider, hazel eyes following Eydis as she stepped to the front. Pangur needed no instruction, she fell in behind the fellow huntress like she was her shadow, attention focused on the silencing of her own steps, the meticulous positioning of her tail so that it did not disrupt the frost-slicked shrubs.

Her gait was awkward, a slight dip with each step as she compensated for the lack of stability her leg saddled her with. Like all things, it was a challenge; something to be overcome. Pangur was a fine hunter any day, but this day, she was eager to see what sort of woman this Eydis was. She would follow her lead as she had asked, trust handed over, tied with a pretty bow.