Neverwinter Forest harold...

  
 for a moment she's crushed, watching the girl speed off - not for any reason so selfless as genuine wanting for the girl's time, but because the game is over and the starlet plays to win. but something in the way the girl took off keeps her rooted for just a moment more and a moment's all she needs because she can see that inky form returning, disappointment immediately transformed into excitement.

"wassat?" she asks all wicked-crooked grin, but it's a question that doesn't need an answer, pink eyes fixed on the skeletal remains of the - whatever it is she doesn't bother trying to guess. from the growling and the girl's posture besides witchbaby knows what's up, and she eagerly fastens herself to a free leg and gives a firm tug, her own playful growls nearly a cackle as her beet-red tail lashes behind her.