Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

Pangur sprung to bouncy feet, circled Harkonungr while he prowled like mountain cat. It was crisp morning, one made for the pursuit of glorious victory. She breathed in the frosted air deeply, feeling it brace her muscles and wash through her body.

They would strike off, a strangely productive pair; they followed the distant scent until they reached the straggler, the herd in the distance, grazing on the plants that rooted between cliff-stone. She kept herself low and studied the ox, each shift in its gait, the sounds that rumbled in its thoat, pained or perhaps motivated otherwise. She thought about the best angle to approach from, and looked to Solharr for confirmation. I will go to the fork in the path, where the cliffs begin, and stop it from joining with the herd. We can chase it down the other path, to that overlook. She gestured crudely with her muzzle to a sharp corner along the cliffside.