Neverwinter Forest death and death

he knew not why he had lingered by the place of his humiliation, but he had not wished to turn homeward after he had departed the pale woman and her leader. he skulked through the tall grasses and outcroppings in search of water with which he would bathe his face. presently the ground turned cool beneath his paws and he waded into the sunwarmed water of a narrow creek. with a intake of breath, he plunged his face beneath the pristine surface, lips curling in a wince of stinging pain.

blinking both the springing tears and water from his eyes, the beta moved into the shade of an o'erhanging willowtree. the pounding of hooves caught his attention, and he saw the panicked whites of their eyes as the deer ran in a terrified rout not far from him. 

tonravik was upon them.

lasher laid back his ears and a low grow began in his throat; he pulled back into the branch-cover and cast about for a way to evade the tartok wolf.