Neverwinter Forest quietam flumen

Pangur was out and about, seizing the day, scoping the territory for whatever the gods would put in front of her this time. Vigour oozed from each step she took as she skipped through the forest on light feet.

Hazel eyes caught the figure of another slipping through the brambles, stepping into the light- and it would've simply been rude not to come say hello! ...and perhaps Pangur was simply nosey.

Hallo! Would you like some company? She called from the thicket, ears swivelled forward and a curious stare on her face.