Neverwinter Forest [PH] torruk

Pangur, of course, was not far behind; especially never far behind where the hunt was concerned.

She heeded to his call quickly, with a warm grin stretched ear to ear and a happy trot carrying her over.

Strong one. Oh she hoped in her heart that it was him! The great father elk they'd come to pass by when winter was but a gentle wisp on the land.

Before, they were only two. Today they would be many.

She'd asked the gods for this challenge, and found herself giddy that they might have delivered. An aligning of stars, set in the sky above the forests of Forneskja.

Pangur was born with a readiness that rivalled the hunger of a lapping flame. She waited with anticipation to see who else would come to join them. The gods watched, and she intended to impress them.