Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur listened, holding the body in place as Eydis cleaved limb from husk. ...I think it would make nice bedding. Or perhaps, to be a gift to Seiðkona. Her tail swished while she stood in place, light feet planted.

I have much to thank her for. Harkonungr too. Winter chill bit down on the tips of Pangur's ears, scrap fur insulating her runner's form just well enough for the time of year.

Come dead of winter? Maybe Pangur needed some more fur. ...and, it would feel wrong not to honour it in some way, let its spirit live on in how it serves us. Her face split in an easy smile, she looked wistfully to the side, assured in what she said, but unable to shake that little bit that felt... perhaps a little silly for her ideals. I like to keep pieces of all things, to remind me of their meaning and their lives... It is a shame it has no antlers, though, they make for nice decoration.