Neverwinter Forest but they won't flower like they did last spring

It was hard to be distracted from the gnawing ache of hunger in ones very soul, but the greying man managed to do so – her muzzle tipped slightly at the mention that the stranger had lived with her father before, and her brows arched upward. “Where at?” Curiosity piqued, her own pace slowed a bit, though her bright gaze remained upon the focus of the forest floor as she attempted to seek out the hiding place of any other small prey that might have still lingered within their home.