Neverwinter Forest Die hard

Battle! Well, it wasn't a battle precisely, given that they were snapping at the furry bottom of some misguided little scoundrel, but it was a chance to be a good chap and find his warrior paws again. Goldhawk was a soldier born and bred, and so immediately obeyed the word of impressive male he knew by scent and word-of-mouth to be Scimitar. With a heightening of speed, Goldhawk shook off the remnants of the limp that had come about due to frostbite, and took a swift position at Scimitar's left side, only to move further from him so that they might flank the trespassing young 'un. That fuzzy tail was ever so tempting, and he went for it with a lunge.