Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

Her contributions were like fly bites in the eye of this one, dooming blow, precision saved for just the right opening; and out did it spray! All. Over.

A-pff- Pangur took four steps back when the ox came to ground, caught in the crossfire while she held to a leg; at least she closed her eyes before his teeth found their mark.

She sat back when the battle was won, hazel eyes narrowed at Hárkonungr while he pridefully stood over the ox's side, their triumph at the peak of a cliff where the gods could witness it closely. A cloudless sky, their approval shone down onto the body of the great creature, bathing it in rays of gold.

...You got me. She said flatly, a statement, rather than an accusation. A peachy forepaw lifted to slowly wipe at the painted streaks across her face. And now for the long haul... aha..

Pangur shot right up to her feet! Best not to let her body think it was time to relax! She skipped over and looks over the kill with a smug sort of pride, get out-thinked, oxen. She moved to bear her load of the weight, excited for the feast they would all make of it, how delighted everyone would be! it delighted her in turn.

Eugh, she was a mess. Solharr could not have been much better off, given that it was his jaws that did the biting.

Still, it was enough for her to want a bath.