Neverwinter Forest [M] You just don't know it yet

After paying a brief visit to Moonglow, Treepie did not immediately turn toward home—for that’s what Moonspear had become once more. Since there was truthfully no village there, she didn’t think anyone would mind much if she spent the rest of the day meandering a bit. Wyvern needed to stretch her wings anyway, or so Tiuttuk told herself as her gilded eyes flung upward to watch the nighthawk cruising overhead.

She soon found herself in an evergreen forest, Wyvern lost to view somewhere over the piney treetops. Tiuttuk’s lithe paws carried her over a carpet of needles, dappled by glimpses of sun through the boughs overhead. She enjoyed the crisp and refreshing fragrance of this place until an even stronger odor threaded into her nose. It brought her to an abrupt halt, her nostrils quivering as she tipped her snout upward and tried to pinpoint its origin.

Tiuttuk didn’t make the conscious decision to pursue it; she simply found herself being dragged forward as something hooked just behind her navel. She loped through the woods for several minutes, mindless of her surroundings until she saw a glimpse of white fur ahead. She ground to a stop, hesitated for several seconds, then pressed forward a bit more cautiously.

Screened by the dark underbrush, she crept up on the white wolf and saw another sprawled in the grass beyond him. Tiuttuk’s mouth fell open when she recognized her. Two seconds after that, she realized that smell was coming from Hokulani. It tantalized her in ways she didn’t fully comprehend, though a moan eked up her throat that she only just managed to stifle before it became audible.

She ought to leave before she was spotted. She wanted nothing to do with Hokulani. But at the same time, she did. That scent was so hard to resist. Then she felt a familiar and deeply unwelcome stirring in the pit of her stomach. It broke right through the spell and Pie jerked backward, inevitably rustling the undergrowth but moving so hastily that Hokulani and the stranger likely wouldn’t catch more than a glimpse of her retreating back.