Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

a fiery blur against the frosted cliffs as the ox stumbled, its great hooves scrambling for purchase on the jagged edge. with a calculated leap, he surged forward, his teeth sinking into the beast's vulnerable throat. the ox let out a final, guttural cry, its weight teetering precariously before crumpling to the ground.

the chieftain didn't hesitate. his massive jaws clamped down, tearing through flesh and sealing the creature's fate. blood sprayed across the white snow, the air filled with the metallic tang of victory.

he pulled back, his chest heaving as he turned to pangur, his single golden eye glinting with satisfaction. done, he rumbled, his voice thick with the exertion of the hunt. let’s bring it back. forneskja will feast tonight.

the triumph in his tone was unmistakable as he motioned toward the kill, pride swelling in his chest at their success.