Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

Even in a winter such as this one, birdsong did not fade from the forest; instead it played for her a morning symphony, one easily tuned out the more it played. What was not tuned out, however, was the sudden intense voice of Harkonungr, right outside her den. Pangur stirred and looked to the entrance where he stood, carrying with him the gentle snowflakes fallen from the sky. 

Wake, he said, and she did indeed, quickly, though not without a brief yawn and a shake of her tousled bed-head fur, not that it helped, really. time? She asked, head tilting to the side.

Ah! Wedding? Already?! Her heart skipped multiple beats in her chest, not yet had she finished with her preparations, the gods would smite her for her false promises. Pangur stared blankly ahead a moment, before descending into an early morning panic, her brain still weary from sleep. Now?! We must go quickly! Get up get up! She practically leapt from her den, springing into action and trying to usher the Harkonungr to quick feet.