Neverwinter Forest that faint echo

Blanc was close enough to the borders to note the strange scent on the wind. She never loitered; she constantly scavenged and scouted for trespassers and unfavorable situations she could turn the other way around. Her tail was rigid behind her as she forged through the wintry wonderland, and it took no time at all for her to arrive.

She took in the other with eyes that did not linger for too long of a time, but she assessed. Blanc was not so large as her Tartok relatives, and was far more fair than them in appearance (though perhaps, at least, not always in behavior). Her ears cupped and rotated backward, as she speculated reasons as to why this woman was here; but the white woman was quite, waiting to hear for herself, licking her chops and rooting herself to the spot she stood in in the meantime. Amekaze was not too close for comfort; had she of been, Blanc would have asserted herself more aggressively. Her priority was the lands security at this point in time, she would maintain that her packmates were safe.