Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

When the stranger approached, Harlyn registered him only with scent and sound.  Her eyes remained glued to the snake, not wanting to miss the slightest flinch that might betray its intention to strike at her.  She could hear the male step slowly towards them.  It was then that she did begin to worry, for she knew enough about the natural world to know that snakes paid attention to movement.  Being a wolf she didn't understand the science behind it, that the deadly reptile located things by sensing the vibrations in the ground, but that wasn't important.  It was enough that she knew the danger to her was ebbing away, but growing for the stranger.

Another harsh stream of rattles sounded from the snakes ever trembling tail tip and suddenly it was angling its head away from Harlyn and towards the stranger.  Harlyn took the opportunity to back steadily and slowly away.  Her gaze finally flickered from the snake to the other wolf who she was quietly praying too would back away now that she was able to slip further out of harm's way.