Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

cameo

the læknir moves quietly throughout neverwinter. dark pelt cloaked beneath the shadowed canopies of its thick foliage, some wilted by the winter, others surviving regardless.

she had been drawn by the voices of two girls. one, pangur. the other... unrecognizable. she comes closer, peering past brush, pushing it aside with a paw, and settles warm eyes upon the exchange.

it is good to see pangur speaking with another woman. she thought for too long that pangur might be swept up in the affairs of the men—and there was nothing wrong with that, but she found strong women needed other strong women to lean upon.