Neverwinter Forest eat your heart,

@Rokkur

the sun is high above, its golden rays streaming through the canopy of pines, dappling her silver and blue coat in shifting patches of light. though the air carries the bite of winter, the midday sun tempers it, wrapping the forest in a gentle, crisp warmth that reminds her of fleeting springs at dragon’s bay. she moves through the forest as she has many times now. there are small stores of herbs, collected and carefully preserved—her lifelines in the harsh months, when the frost threatens to claim the land’s bounty. her paws carry her to one such cache, nestled beneath the protective roots of a tree, and she stops, lowering her head to inspect it.

the small bundle is there, untouched by scavengers, its earthy scent still intact. she nudges it gently with her nose, her breath misting in the cold air as she checks for signs of damage. the herbs are still dry, still potent, but the frost is creeping closer. she makes a note to find more chamomile soon.

as she works, her mind drifts, and without realizing it, a soft tune escapes her. it is a lullaby, old and worn, sung to her as a pup by her mother beneath the starry skies of dragon’s bay.