Neverwinter Forest [PH] torruk

Kind of a cameo/one post unless otherwise brought back.

A rushed breath out—Forneskja’s regal called to them—the demand in his voice clear and she felt the pull of it. Still, the curl of her lip was given—the pale form of the gilded faerie on the outskirts of the group as warm honey eyes traced toward him—an idle shake of her muzzle given to the leader in question.

She itched—claws gripping the still snow-laden grounds. Her heat would be upon her soon—only now the beginnings of it fading to more. Her time with the unknown witch passed did not soothe her… no, it had frayed her more.

Solharr offered her home and hearth here—but this call of her body—new to her, but not unknown—it was what drove her to give the large man and his other companions one look—apologetically—before dispersing from the trees—away, away, away—

—a choice to be made. Her presence for right now would only hinder and not help the mother wolf of these lands.