Blacktail Deer Plateau Don't let the sun outshine you

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Northeast of Neverwinter's soaring pines, and beyond the hot springs that Goldhawk had tentatively sampled, a sprawling land entered his line of sight, and it was one he'd never seen before. He had ventured further than he normally would, preferring to spend his days patrolling Neverwinter's borders, sparring, training, and of course singing, but the warrior bard believed that he could also be an effective guardian by exploring the lands around Neverwinter. He knew of some packs nearby, but there was still much to learn and make note of. And so on he roamed, his golden coat gleaming all the brighter in the pale sunlight.

Here was a forest much like the one he knew, and touched with the faded hoofprints of passing deer. When his ears picked up the faint trickling of a nearby river, he was reminded of his thirst and made his way towards it. And that was when he saw her. Sleek, supple, and more gliding than walking, an earthbound angel consumed by the sunlight around her. The heavens had opened up a spotlight on her. As he drew closer he saw that she was small and sweet, and — to his eyes — the strands of gold in her coat were more brilliant than anything his own pelt could pull off. And that was saying something: the dapper gentleman was very vain.

He could have stayed and watched her for hours, but then there was the garter snake. It seemed the river captured the she-wolf's attention — she may or may not have noticed the venomous reptile slithering curiously behind her. On the chance that she hadn't, Goldhawk didn't hesitate. Keep up the pace, m'dear, he advised the nameless beauty, but his russet eyes then moved quickly to the snake and stayed there as he began to prowl low and purposefully towards it, there's a sassy little reptile with its eye on your noggin, wot.