Neverwinter Forest strangle thorn

Fighting and sparring had not been a real need inside the Wild Wood of Sawyer’s home. The southern lad was something of a pacifist at heart, and he preferred to talk things over with the other party before diving into it with fangs exposed and the intent to maim. This Goldhawk male was something of a jolly fellow and he did bring a spark of interest out in the Crowfeather man. His family would have found the Beta male to be something of a joy to chat with. Deciding that, because of this, he would give him the benefit of the doubt and make an honest man’s effort in the spar.
 
The other man dropped himself into a pouncing position and Sawyer eyed him cautiously, making himself guarded. His pale golden gaze danced along the other’s frame, trying to catch some telltale sign on the move that would be made, but when Goldhawk did finally move, it threw the southern gent through a loop and he felt his heart seize out of fear. Clenching his teeth, Sawyer moved to dart toward the right of the male and swing around with his head. He knew less about attacking than he did about defending himself, but the effort was there.