Neverwinter Forest Strangler fig

Pangur's expression melted into a warm smile, she let out a light giggle, and looking up to the leafless branches that scattered the suns light across the ground, through them, the vastness of a clear blue sky. She let the gentle breeze ruffle the peachy fur of her chest, birdsong a melody on the breeze.

Oh she loved it here.

Well- She started, lowering her voice, passion seeping from each inflection. My mother said my father is a god.

Yes, take it in, mighty, godly pangur.

It is why I am so lucky, you see?

Lucky, though she wore a few scars that might've said otherwise. I've been to many places, stayed with many villages and helped them where and how they needed it but-. She paused, a fond look in her eye. Forneskja is the first place I have properly stayed. There was this nasty cougar I had run in with- Seiðkona was kind enough to fix me back up. She skipped around on light feet, a forelimb marked with the raking of cougar claws, but otherwise returned to its normal strength.

Do not worry! I beat the cougar. He was just rather angry at me.