Neverwinter Forest Journeying minds

he takes the branch without complaint, hefting it easily in his jaws. the needles prick uncomfortably at his thick coat, but he doesn’t flinch, merely watching her with a steady gaze as she gives her instructions.

her smugness is noted, though he doesn’t react, his eyes narrowing slightly in faint amusement.

he follows in her wake, his heavy pawsteps crunching steadily through the snow, the scent of pine filling his senses. when they reach the water’s edge, he deposits the branch carefully at her feet, his gaze drifting to the gently swirling current. her plan makes sense, though the practical part of him is already scanning the surroundings for the right kind of log.

there! he jabs a big paw in the direction he looks. that work?

luhtar’s broad shoulders roll as he moves toward the likely candidate, clamping his jaws around the dead wood before beginning to haul it toward the water with a grunt of effort.