Neverwinter Forest My poor heart grows a hole

Pangur is silently giddy at the idea of keeping it for herself. So selfish! but ah... it was cold, and only going to get colder. Perhaps it was not the worst of things...

She lets Eydis begin her own feast, eyes on her, ears attuned to the forest around them. ::Oh, this thing? She lifted her wrapped leg, flexed it against the ground a moment before puffing her chest with pride. I challenged a cougar for the rights to some carrion, and ah—he was quite mad about that. Do not worry, Pangur survived. She leered inwards, a snicker echoing from her jaws. I got what I needed from it, but the wounds were deeper than I thought. I was lucky to have come across the Harkonungr, Seiðkona has done lovely work. It is quite a talent, no?::