Neverwinter Forest cherry wine

Although the grayscale female lived on a caldera, she was more accustomed to hunting on flat land, preferably forests. Somnia had, after all, spent much of her life before she lived on a dormant, topless volcano in a wooded valley.

She had already visited the Heartwood, so Somnia decided to visit Neverwinter Forest this time around, and see if more prey could be found. There was a thick mist that could ward some off to protect the inhabitants, after all.

During her expedition, the faint sound of gobbling caught her attention. Somnia's hunting instincts took over, and she hunched down a little to better the chances of not being seen. She stalked forward until turkeys could be seen through the mist. There were about five or six of them, plus the scent of another wolf. Was he after the same prey? Most likely, food was getting scarcer after all. Well, why compete when you could share?

Silently, she made her way along the edge of the gang of turkeys. She stopped when she arrived next to the fellow wolf. A smile and a tail wag was offered, as not to scare the prey. Should he react positively, Somnia would take that as the go ahead to hunt with him. Should he react negatively, who knew what would happen if they both competed for the prey.