Neverwinter Forest River, O River

Y’var’la released her grip once the deer had gone still, stepping back with quiet, measured breaths. She gave a cursory flick of her tongue to her jaws, tasting the metallic tang of blood before lifting her head to meet Luhtar’s gaze.

There was no immediate gloating or dramatics, only the calm certainty of a hunt well-executed. “You’re not bad yourself,” she replied. The woman gave him a sidelong glance, sweeping her tail through the air.

She lowered her head to inspect their kill, her paws carefully turning the creature as she examined its weight and health. “Winter’s been harsh on these,” she murmured, almost to herself, before straightening and shaking out her fur. “We’ll make the most of it.”