Neverwinter Forest but you're still dead

The Priestess trailed after her night-sister, trusting the other witch's instincts as she led them through the wood searchingly. After a time, they dipped into the cool, shadowed mouth of a cave and prowled deeper into its depths -- heavy, dark paws falling softly. She was not far behind Eldritch, moving to stand alongside the hellhound in order to inspect the tiny, white form that lay at her feet like some gift being proffered. "It is a rare t'ing, yeah," Mati breathed to her companion in her fanatic drawl, mismatched gaze catching the Nightwish's moonstone gems in excitement.