Neverwinter Forest i felt free

Nursing his scraped paws, Cypress watched as Rannoch propped himself against the tree trunk and began a new litany of promised violence should the yellow-winged fiend not heed his words. The pudgy little raven hadn’t taken any lasting damage from scrabbling at the bark, but his paws had yet to develop the callous of a larger, more experienced wolf and the sensation of pain was new to him. It brought a scowl to his lips and a furrow to his brow — it made him frustrated and impatient. Growling, his voice dipping just a little bit but generally keeping to the high, sweet treble befitting his youth, he scraped his back paws and front paws into the loam and pine needles like an angry baby Triceratops and bounded forward to mimic his brother’s pose. Propping his oversized forepaws against the trunk of the tree, he barked and howled his fury at the infuriating insect for its insolence.