Neverwinter Forest Fly me higher and higher and higher

Haha! Mine is also ah- artistic. She snickers, but the thought is a fond one.

Usually, my people pass down names of old family members, or those who have achieved many great things. My mother had the same name as her grandmother, many sons the same as their fathers, and such. She'd pause, a peachy paw tracing a circle into the snowy ground, a laugh rolled from her throat. Not me! My mother did not talk of the rest of our family, for some reason or another. She named me instead after a great beast she took down.

Hazel eyes narrowed, a comfortable familiarity to the telling of stories such as this one. Mountain cat! same as what brought me here. This one was meaner, though; all white and with a taste for wolf. Pangur leaned in, a toothy grin spreading across her features. The villages nearby, they called it the white pangur, it had hurt some of their young wolves. My mother, she took off into the mountains to search for it, and she did not return for 3 days. When she did, she brought back its pelt, and had the mark of its claws across her face.

She brought a forelimb up to her face, making the gesture of claws tearing across. and then she had me, some months later, not a very careful woman. She looked off to the side, the thought of such recklessness while expecting just now clicking. She said that she chose it because I bit her so hard when i was just little, that it reminded her of the same ferociousness she faced in the mountains.

A soft flush came to settle on her cheeks. I do not think I grew to become so vicious, though.