Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

Her life sucked. 

It sucked so bad she wondered what she'd do with it now. She'd lost her way but hadn't shaken the Morrigan. She knew the Tigeress would probably come for her again soon but, for now, she could relax here. In this new world. 

She trotted through the forest, a blotch in the spring growth. She liked it here, in the darkness and relative shelter. Rain and snow couldn't enter, the wind was lost amongst the bodies. Peaceful. It had food she could smell the deer, see the evidence all around. She wanted this to be her home.
She moved outwards, moving parallel to the treeline. Testing to see how sheltered it was. A lean figure of earthen colours moved alongside her path, separated by the permeable wall. She watched on, keeping her pace to his before sidling closer. She didn't bother masking her steps -- she subtly wanted to be known. She sidled closer, weaving betwixt the trees until there was only a thin row separating them. 

Perhaps if she got on good terms she could rebuild what was taken from her. Then if the Morrigan did come for her, the witch would beat her into the ground.