Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

Much had changed. The air held this tense and uncertain coldness to it, forneskja's forests seemed quieter, emptier. She saw the turmoil as it brewed in Hárkonungr, and she felt the shake of their foundations in the abence of Seiðkona, who had once brought such warmth to this grove.
Pangur searched, she owed it to them both, her friends, but none of her efforts had come up with anything. She heeded Solharr's call as she skulked the outskirts and tasted the wind, turning her attention back inwards and arriving soon after some of the others had come. She would settle near to the darker girl who she was yet to meet, offering a smile and flick of tawny ears for a quiet greeting. Hazel eyes then fell to him, to wait for whatever words he would have for them.