Neverwinter Forest longfur

kalyska’s ears flicked at his playful tone, a faint chuckle escaping her as she met his gaze. no scar, she echoed softly, tilting her head with a small smile. scars do tell many great story... but not all need be worn on skin.

her gaze drifted briefly to the frost-covered ground, then back to him, her hazel eyes glinting with a mix of humility and quiet strength. maybe reminder instead—of what can be mended. of what worth mending.

The sincerity in his words lingered in her thoughts, and she allowed herself a moment of quiet reflection before continuing. she used her paw to push back on some of the fur growth on her chest to reveal the fire scared skin beneath it. she had spent days rubbing medicinal herbs and praying for her fur to still have the ability to grow. i thought i be ugly forever if fur not grow over fire wound.