Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

for @Cicero Dvořák

Pangur strolled through the campsite, a skip to her step while she rounded the Heimtre. In her jaws, the limp form of a particularly meaty rabbit. She had said a prayer for it, its death had been swift and clean, and its spirit offered to the gods. 

On the other side however, she saw a figure she did not recognize. Not the brawny hide of Luhtar, or the huntress' figure of Eydis.  Round ears pricked with intrigue, and she wasted no time in bringing herself closer, the rabbit placed gently onto the ground in the meantime, freeing up her jaws for words. Hallo! You are new here? Pangur weaseled her way over, a curious gleam dancing in warm hazel eyes, mischief veiled beneath.