Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

For a moment, it seemed as though the stranger was not going to back down from the snake - like he was planning to try and kill the thing.  Harlyn swallowed the nervous lump that rose in her throat at the though.  First off, it was not a fight that she anticipated he would one.  Secondly, if he did, then he would be needlessly murdering another child of the earth.  Both were results that she did not approve of.


Fortunately, the large wolf moved away just as steadily and cautiously as she had.  Harlyn felt her heart beginning to beat again and she closed her eyes as she sucked in a deep, cleansing breath.  Quietly, she moved even further away from the snake and it's nest with the stranger following in her wake.  By the time they stopped, the deadly rattle had ceased and Harlyn could truly relax.

"I'm fine, thank the gods," Harlyn said with a sigh before fixing her gaze upon the stranger's slate grey face, "And thanks to you as well.  You didn't have to step in - you are a selfless, courageous creature."