Neverwinter Forest And you don’t need a visa

A future hunt? Lenny scanned over the deer. Most, if not all of them, looked to be relatively healthy, and it wasn't immediately evident which ones would be best to hunt.

"I'm settling in well," she told him, ink black tail waving back and forth - her silvery eyes never left the herd. "Thank you for letting me stay. It's been... six months since I last saw Kyr. I don't know what I would've done if you'd told me to go away." She huffed out a laugh then, sheepish, before finally glancing back to Mal. Her gaze became teasing then, eager to play. "I smell a lot of women around here, Mister Mal," the girl began, rounding on the boy and reaching out a paw to jab playfully at his shoulder. "You've got yourself a lot of ladies, huh?" It hadn't really been Kyr who told her, but more her nose picking up on the obvious. Estrogen emanated from these woods.