Neverwinter Forest nobody learns no nothing from no history

Tonravik had the time to discern whether or not she would continue on this path. But she had no reason not to continue onward. She was growing used to the presence of Nameless. Tonravik had made a name for it, but had yet to speak to him. Even now, there was no reason to. Her tail lifted authoritatively, as though to assure the other that it was fine. Ears pricked, and the poised Tartok woman struck forward, body searching but eyes still. In time she would come across the wolf unless he altered his own path. Her gait held ample confidence, and told of the strength she possessed.