Neverwinter Forest morsgol

He questioned her—on the belief she may hold of herself. The trace of a smile limned her lips—youth and vigor were rampant enough within the soul of the pale she-wolf that she believed without the trace of a doubt her ability to do as he spoke—

—it was the why, she ruminated upon.

The path he set before her did not disinterest her. The tilt of her muzzle given, she embraced what he said—mind envisioning herself in such a way as she aged each year. Keeper of omens—visions. The study of stars and to honor the dead…

… Until she herself was but bone, scattered upon the earth. Perhaps, even, in these very woods?

Disconnect burned within her—she tampered it down, chin drifting upward to better study Solharr before her. “I have never doubted my abilities,” she murmured, amusement teasing her voice. “Do you have someone you wish me to learn from?”