Neverwinter Forest and his throat burns from the screaming

wintersbane grows increasingly comfortable beneath the cool shade of the sentinel evergreens and allows himself a moment to stretch languidly, reveling in the pull of his muscles as they tighten and loosen. the moment of peace is broken by the sound of heavy footfalls upon the bracken covered floor of neverwinter and the tundrian rises, glacial gaze scanning the shadows of the trees and underbrush, guard hairs prickling and bristling ever-so-slightly with unease. he knows better than to drop his guard ...not that he's particularly worried. he's a warrior and is capable of handling himself in a fight should the need arise.

at first glance, she could easily be mistaken for one of the cerberus and for a brief moment wintersbane resigns himself to duly deserved punishment. except ...except the eyes are the wrong color and this woman looks closer to his own age than the cerberus. not to mention, they were painted as black as ink while the female before him bears blotches of silver and white; her scent as lone as his own ( as far as he can tell anyway ). not one of the cerberus. which leads to a very brief bought of guilt and his hackles smooth as she greets him.

"hello." the tundrian returns the greeting in kind, shrugging beneath the grasping, needle lined branches of the evergreen he'd taken shelter under.