Neverwinter Forest River, O River

The deer veered sharply, hooves skidding across the soft, mossy ground as it tried to regain its footing. Its panic filled the grove, sharp breaths and the clatter of movement echoing in the enclosed space. Luhtar’s nip had done its job, unbalancing the creature and forcing it into a desperate, disoriented dash.

Y’var’la was ready.

She struck with precision, her lithe body a blur as she darted from the shadows. Her jaws clamped down on the deer’s neck, her grip strong and unyielding. The beast thrashed wildly, hooves kicking out in an instinctual bid for survival, but Y’var’la held firm.