Neverwinter Forest red-shirting

but they need all the threads

The singing guy. That's whose scent wafted by on the breeze as she made her way to the borders. She paused, intrigued by the prospect of seeking him out and seeing what he was doing. Patrolling was important to her, though, and she had never let anything distract her from it before. She stood there for a few moments, unsure what choice to make. But finally, for some reason she couldn't figure out, she turned around and began to track him through the trees. 

It took her longer than it probably should have since she was still trying to get the hang of this tracking thing, but eventually the greys of his fur against the white of the snow caught her attention. She trotted forward, slowing when she realized what he was focused on. She closed the rest of the distance as quietly as possible, chuffing quietly when she was close enough not to alert the prey with her greeting. Need help? she whispered as she settled down at his side. Her gaze lingered on the rabbits as they went about their business but eventually rested on his face, her eyebrows raised expectantly.