Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

With a babyish squeal of unfettered joy, Cypress waited until he could wait no longer — which was, let’s face it, not a very long time — and then bounded after his silver-etched brother on oversized paws that were just beginning to learn how to obey his imperious commands. It was too difficult to vocalize and run at the same time, but tiny grunts of determination fell like rainwater from the little boy’s lips unbidden as he chased his brother. His paws scrabbled furiously as he took a particularly sharp turn, but a sense of triumph reigned within his great heart as he kept his balance and continued to bound after Rannoch. Although Cypress had been a few steps behind timeline wise, they now appeared to be evenly matched as far as size, strength, sight, and sound went. The soot sprite smiled readily now, his lips pulled upward and back to reveal the loll of his tiny pink tongue and his needle-like teeth. “Awuffooo! Nah!” he piped out between ragged breaths, the concentration required to form words causing his paws to tangle. I love you, Noch! He bounced harmlessly off of his mother as he stumbled off course, forcing his chubby little legs to work in double time as he tried to catch up with his dust bunny brother.