Neverwinter Forest to the races

Eshe was in a panic – something that caused him to continue laughing, and while he tried to stop the flow of blood from his nose, he could hear her reciting in the background of what would help his current predicament. Casting his muzzle upward once more to look at her in what he hoped was a serious matter, given the blood pooling from one nostril to the ground, he gave a light shake of his head.
 
Blinking, she was at him, trying to lick away the blood, causing him to try to pull back a bit. “’M fine, Eshe,” he offered, his words muffled by her ministrations. “It’ll stop on its own,” he offered, his tail giving a gentle wag through the air as if to show her how fine he was. Without waiting for her to fret further on the matter, the large male lunged forward again, his jaws snapping playfully to the air before her before bouncing off, eager to lead her in to a bout of chase for the rest of the afternoon.