Neverwinter Forest the price of change

The snowy white woman shook her head, opposite of the 'yeah' which choked out from her voice moments later. Vallkyrie's slim sides heaved as she caught her breath, ears turning back to flatten against her skull with concern for the yearling. She stammered out her reasoning, but the way she explained made Vallkyrie seem uncertain if that was the real reason or not. She could imagine if Simmik just froze she would say SORRYSORRYSHITSORRY and promise to get it again, with enthusiasm in her tone. But she was shaken, feared, sorrowful now as she gathered herself.

Its okay. That's why it's called 'practicing'. She spoke, insuring her that everything was fine. Simmik still learned today about good hiding positions, a tactic to use with two wolves hunting and how to track and stay downwind. You still learned some tricks. This wasnt a failed day. She pushed to let the girl know everything was okay. Come on, let's head back and get some rest. She places on a smile for Simmik and a wave of her tail, urging her to come along. If she didnt want to talk about it, she didnt have to, but Vallkyrie would be there either way.