Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Her companion weighed it's back end, the deer left with no choice but to be pulled to the ground. Eydis released and re-situated her bite to the neck, her aim far easier; more effective. Puncturing, drawing blood, the deer was far better off dead now.

The hunt had been quick, fairly easy. Pangur had been a good partner - one Eydis could certainly approve of. They would feast together, celebrate their shared victory.

The creature wailed for the mother who had abandoned it, but she was long gone by now. She had surely cared for them once, but Eydis supposed that it was too old for it's mother's protection now. She had to preserve herself.

It was sad, really.