Neverwinter Forest And you provide a parachute when I am falling like a stone

The young she-wolf and her companion crossed and recrossed the frozen river, when finally Quell found something: a set of hoof prints. It led her due west past the outskirts of a gorge before vanishing. She stood there, stumped, tail lashing the air, ignoring as Frolic played an endless game of catch-and-release with it. She could head back to Seabolt with this information. Between this and the tales Phox and Cleo had told her, she was almost certain there was a herd or two around here somewhere.

But she wanted to see an actual ungulate of some sort with her own eyes first. Without warning, she darted back into motion, leaving Frolic to scramble after her. Q didn't get far before stopping again, almost as if hitting an invisible wall. Caught off guard again, the otter ran into her stiff hind leg and bounced backward, rolling over once before doing a comical belly flop in the snow.

"There's a pack here," the teenager observed aloud, prompting Frolic to right himself, slalom through her legs and coil himself around Q's right foreleg like a furry cuff.