Neverwinter Forest Breathless

Now she definitely smelled wolves—well, a wolf, rather. Koontz hesitated, then decided to try tracking the scent. Although a natural introvert, she had come into quite some success as both a leader and recruiter. It gave her confidence. Oh, she still stumbled and fumbled at times, yet she no longer accepted any excuses when it came to avoiding others. She wanted Dragonwatchers to not only survive but thrive. That meant that she would have to do a lot of networking, both inside and outside the pack.

When she found him, her pale eyes clapped upon a lithe figure the color of wet sand. Her eyes dropped to the small bundle between his forepaws, then lifted to search his face. He was not familiar. Slowly, Koontz approached, keeping her posture neutral. He didn't look particularly open to her company—she was good at recognizing the signals in his expression and body language—so she stopped about a dozen yards away from him.

"Hey," she said, "I don't mean to bother you. I smelled you and thought I'd track you down to say 'hi.'" Koontz paused slightly awkwardly and added, "Do you have a moment?"