Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

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It wasn't too often that Harlyn separated herself from Mordecai's side on their journey, but every so often the pair would split up to do a little wandering on their own.  That afternoon was one of those times as the Ostrega went off to track a scent of some small game that had intoxicated him and Harlyn had left him to it.  He was a gamekeeper and a hunter, and while the Cinderloch carried those qualities innately, she was far more the naturalist type wanting to explore the thick forest in which she now wandered.

It wasn't too long in her wanderings that she caught the scent of another wolf, and it was towards the stranger that she steered herself once the discovery had been made.  Though usually a very attentive creature, Harlyn's senses were too busy working to track him down to notice when her path lead her to a place where she was unwelcome.  The deadly hiss of a rattle stopped her dead in her tracks the moment it reached her ears.  Her breath froze in her lungs as her eyes went wide.  In seconds, her nose and ears had lead her to the spot where the snake was coiled in the underbrush, barely visible as it so well blended in with the forest around it.  It was barely a foot away from where she stood, glaring at her as it shook its tail threateningly.

Harlyn was not a wolf to panic luckily, and thus she remained still and calm as she stared at the angry creature.  Her flight instinct told her to run, but she was well aware that any sudden movements would mean she was going to spend the remainder of her life with venom coursing through her bloodstream - and it wouldn't be a long life at that.