Neverwinter Forest Die hard

He was hungry for a bit of that tail, but as the scents of the Neverwinter wolves mellowed Goldhawk felt the instinct to slow, an instinct made solid by Scimitar's nod. The gold-furred soldier slowed springily, and kept his eyes on the horizon as the youngster sped off with impressive pace.

Ah, and not even a hair between m'teeth to show for it, said Goldhawk with a jovial sigh. It looked like the chase was more or less off, but he didn't want to jump to that conclusion just yet. Progression or politics could be round the next corner...