Neverwinter Forest Get busy living, or get busy dying

Her voice came closer now than it had been before, and Malachi jumped, not actually expecting to hear anything in return. After a quick scramble for footing, he pressed his ears in the direction the girl had sounded and took a few short bounds her way before caution stopped him short. He didn't think she had sounded hostile, only surprised, but the amount of times he'd been wrong about the wolves here pressed to the forefront of his mind. Like Caiaphas, whose ghost prompted a fleeting probe of the nearest trees for flashing eyes or the sting of salt. But he saw only darkness and tasted only pine, and Malachi chewed his lip before he called out again. "Who's there?" Anxiety slipped between his words at the memory of the sea-wolf, though the girl sounded nothing like her.