Tiny Chwinga legs were not built for speed. So unless it was picked back up, Torgrim would be able to run down to fetch Farwalker, trek down and through the mountain pass, visit the markets in Baldur's Gate, and make it back with time to spare before the Chwinga had scaled the nearest hillside. And while it had at first consideration seemingly manifested out of thin air, such was not the case – the astute observer could spot the small, triangular footprints it had left behind in the hard and glittering snow.
Farwalker was joined by Astre in reclaiming the Werebear's belongings. The smooth stone the winged feline had spied earlier, was, true to his suspicions, a rune. The carved symbol was intricate, and not contained within any lexicon Astre subscribed to.
* Further inside, near the bottom of the pouch, was a stash of cloudberries wrapped in cloth.
The Chwinga wished to crest the hill, for reasons not readily apparent. There wasn't anything of interest beyond the occasional tree that hinted at Lonelywood Forest. The Chwinga, whether carried or by foot, nevertheless insisted on pressing onward until it reached an outcropping a ways away from the shore. The snow was disturbed – some had been rolled into miniature snowmen, complete with branches made up to resemble hair – and a cracked dinner plate bearing a single silver coin was nestled amid it all.
"♪!" The Chwinga raised its spoon. And then, out from the tiniest clumps of snow, two additional Chwingas eased out from their hiding place. While they wore the same straw apparel, their white masks all had differing patterns of angled, red stripes.
They sang softly in symphony, observing the larger bipeds with just as much fascination as the first Chwinga had.
Link to an image of the rune: https://i.imgur.com/xjIgThe.jpg