Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

@Pangur

after a long and early morning spent familiarizing himself with the land—and simultaneously scavenging around for any herbs that fought against winter's icy grip—the rekkr's limbs ached. his hind leg was always his foley, and it seemed it'd be cumbersome until the weather warmed up and the chill no longer made the underdeveloped muscles ache.

resting by the home tree, his eyes were closed, and he wore an expression of serenity. the land was beginning to feel like his own, or perhaps like home. it was getting acquainted with the rest of forneskja's populace that was proving to be a stubborn endeavor. 

perhaps he'd have to try harder at being social. 

there's a feminine voice that calls out to him, one unfamiliar. his ears pivoted before his head did, and he found himself leering at the dame, who wore a pelt of coppers and creams. a spritely thing she seemed to be. cicero forced a polite smile, a bow of his head. a sign of respect.

"hello. i am—i just joined not too long ago. i am cicero." he greeted, voice even and calm.  

his eyes drifted to the plump rabbit that lay stiff at her paws. "you must be swift on your feet."