Neverwinter Forest the shade is a tool,

for @Pangur !!

it was scout-woman who he sought, steps lightening, though heavy from his size, as if the lethargy had slowly begun to seep from his mind to his chest, and now slowly travelling through his legs as it prepared to leave him, drained through his pawsteps as he continued through the neverwinter, making rounds and checking in on packmates.

he had heard of pangur, recently made náttfari, and so the sögumaðr would seek conversation and knowing, wishing to learn more of the wolves in which he shared a forest with. rökkur would search for her by scent, letting the wind carry him, and slowly he would approach until her presence grew closer upon the breeze. rökkur begun trotting, a quick, summoning howl leaving his lips as he called for her presence.

pangur? he tested, voice low, rumbling from his chest like the beats of a ceremonial drum. his voice came again: are you around, náttfari? dark paws carried him closer.