Neverwinter Forest crucify me

@Callyope

the woman who'd appeared before him was nothing if not a vision. indeed she was a white sylph, gentle and beautiful, though the muck that stained white fur wasn't what he expected. a hunt she'd just returned from, surely. 

a kill she laid at his paws. fresh, still. hunger clawed at his stomach, and suddenly he was reminded of just how little he's eaten. the way his ribs protruded from his sides spoke of his strife. 

she wasn't asking, and cicero knew better than to refuse. he bowed his head, averted his gaze respectfully. "thank you, seiðkona." his voice a gentle murmur. he brought the hare closer, claws digging into fur, stripping it away. he felt...brutish, devouring it in front of her. 

"sólhárr said i should seek your guidance, and perhaps your healing touch. i've a lame hind leg, have had since birth. it's more unmanageable, in the cold." he spoke. "but that is not all. i was hoping you could...teach me more of forneskja. i know nothing of your culture, but i wish to learn."