Neverwinter Forest nobody learns no nothing from no history

But what was that? Another scent that wove and tangled with the first, this one masculine. A brow quirked, tail twitched. One of the scents was cool confidence, the other nervous. The self-assured scent, the woman, stepped forward, and not towards him. His face lit for a split moment before cascading back into tonelessness. Silently, he trotted forward, towards the source of the unnamed smells. He was under no impression that his approach would not be registered, or that he would take them by surprise, but all the same, he moved as quietly as he could manage, slowing back to his stalk as he came closer, eyes narrowing as he spied them. She was large and imposing. There was strength and confidence in her gait, juxtaposed sharply with the smallness and timidness of the one who walked next to her. He walked alongside them, separated by four or five stands of trees, daring her to speak.