Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

Age old, like it was built into her body, twined into her soul even before she was taught the moves. Hunter's stride came naturally, natural as breathing.

Her legs moved, just as Oxen legs moved; they too knew this dance, the other side of it of course, but what was a tango with only one? She took care not to startle them so much.

Pangur struck off with speed, crafted by the divine and made for the chase; muscles rippled beneath tawny fur with each bounding stride that drew her closer to the desired position. She gave ample room and clambered up to the fork in the path, finding her place amongst the hillside shrubs.