Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

When the struggling ceased, Eydis released her grip. Looking to Pangur, she shook her head. We are the huntresses, we eat first. A simple, fair rule she thought. The hunters were the one's to shed blood for a meal, and so they were the first to rujuvenate their sore bodies from it's meat.

She allowed a wave of her tail, a smile too. You're a strong woman. Pangur had certainly won her over. What part of the deer do you prefer? She was giving her first pick - a gesture of kindness.