Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

For @Ranveigh :3

Pangur spent her days out on the territory, refreshing scent markers, traipsing around with an inviting smile hoping she could catch some travellers on their way by; looks like she'd just missed this one!

Well lucky Pangur, it seemed the scent was joined by Hárkonungr's, and each set of prints only carried further into the forest. Already she grew giddy at the prospect of a new recruit! She would have to make a good impression.

The náttfari stayed out a little longer, crafting, scheming; she tore a piece of bark away from an old pine, taking it to water where she could soften its wood, enough to carve a rune into its grooves, a task which required utmost precision and ah- patience.

Othilla, she chose, and a few snowdrop flowers wound together as a show of her goodwill. Pangur returned with offerings aplenty, and searched around for the newest face in their ranks...

Hallo! She called through a muffled mouthful of gifts, tail raised and swaying in slow, welcoming motions. I bring you something!