Neverwinter Forest the price of change

For any MWF members, more specifically those Kyr hasn't met yet.

 

Early morning, Vallkyrie was uncertain how many she would draw attention from. Be it they moved during the day and had not woken yet or be them night walkers whom just settled down. Vallkyrie had no set schedule, sleeping here and there and going out as she pleased. This early morning she clutched a plump, fluffy brown vole in her jaws. Having been lucky enough to have caught too, she had finished hers and brought back the other. Maybe the scent would bring out her younger packmates looking for an easy meal.