Neverwinter Forest a business of ferrets

replying to this as luhtar because i miss my needle content

Luhtar’s nose twitched as he caught the faintest whiff of something amiss on the wind. It wasn’t a scent he recognized, and that alone was enough to set his fur prickling. He had been out patrolling the borders, his heavy frame moving deliberately through the snow-dappled forest, when the trail first snagged his attention.

The intruder was careful, but not careful enough. The snow betrayed even the lightest of steps, and the scent of her—sharp, foreign, anxious—lingered in the crisp morning air.

His yellow eyes narrowed as he paused, lifting his broad muzzle to confirm the direction of the scent trail. It was faint, weaving erratically deeper into Forneskja’s territory.

It didn’t take long for the stranger to come into view, her dark figure slipping between the trees. She moved with an unpracticed stealth, her focus too divided between her search and her surroundings to notice the shadow closing in on her flank. Luhtar was upon her surprisingly quick for a brute of his stature, his frame blocking her path. His tail rose, rigid with authority, and his ears pressed forward, sharp against the backlight of the sunrise. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he planted his paws firmly in the snow.

"You." His voice was low, accented. "You not belong here."