Neverwinter Forest störf

Pangur strolled over the second rounded ears caught wind of her name, the thunderous call of authority! Hárkonungr's voice could shake even the most stoic of wolves, but it too roused passion! Hazel eyes gleamed with anticipation; she would waste no time in showing up, a skip to her step where he leg had healed from its wounds.

You have called for me,  Hárkonungr? Pangur looked up at him with impish curiosity. Eager as could be.