Neverwinter Forest it ain't so

With the simple word from the other, she is turned to the trees and off to lead them on their hunt.

Her steps are light, ears perked and her nose keen for the desired scent. For only a moment she stills.

Right, she turns. Upwind, and towards the scent of hare. It is strong; she hopes to find one sat in a den, unsuspecting. Multiple if they are lucky.