Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

i am so sorry it took so long for this response! ;;

cicero accepted the hare pushed to his paws with a grateful, small smile. she was so kind, so giving; a wonderful hunter, too. a gift to forneskja. "you are very kind, pangur. thank you for this gift." he hummed politely. guilt set aside, he lowered his muzzle to dig into the hare's stomach. carefully, as she had suggested; the pelt would be a nice and warm addition to his rather desolate den. a large part of him wished that he could be more useful. that his leg wasn't lame, and that he could join her on a hunt. it was a pleasant thought, one he'd hold onto. perhaps if he continued to try and strengthen that limb...

after swallowing a mouthful, he lifted his head to peer at her. "i'd been aimless for a while, before sólhárr found me. for reasons unknown, he saw...promise within me. led me here." he paused, thoughtfully. "i was a healer once, long ago. i hope to continue my craft here." it was a blessing, he felt. that he'd been allowed a second chance, within a kin so giving and strong.

"what about you, pangur? how did you find yourself here?"