Neverwinter Forest Journeying minds

luhtar huffs again. his yellow eyes narrow, not unkindly, and he tilts his head. spring with pine?

he snorts lightly, his thick shoulders shifting as he steps closer, closing some of the space between them. sounds cold, he remarks bluntly.

his gaze sharpens as she deadpans her next line. without warning, he leans in slightly, his voice low and edged with dry humor: grumpiness no need cure. it keep wolves like you on your toes.

he straightens, his tail giving a faint wag as he motions with his muzzle toward the path ahead. show me spring, pine-woman. maybe i learn something useful.