Neverwinter Forest Out and about

Going down was a fun thing, sort of, except for the landing-on-her-face thing; and then there was something else, something hitting at her neck and head and tumbling over her. It was so fast! All these feelings, and none of them good. The girl squawked and cried from beneath her sister's puddle of a body that sat across her shoulders, and she wriggled free, backpedaling as much as she could. She peeped an indignant little noise as she rolled back. Her forelimbs flailed as she pushed off of her sister, and then Eimear was falling again — but in reverse. Pivoting on her rounded haunch until she was flat on her back and uncomfortable, because there were stones digging in to her back. She did not like this outside; and from her vantage point on her back, she could see in to the dark hole that was the den, although it was on the wrong side of her upside-down vision. Thinking that this meant she was safe, she cooed and murmured all kinds of happy sounds, and reached out with all her uncoordinated feet for the darkness there.