Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

It was the drop and roll that always got Rannoch. As his dark-furred sibling dropped Rannoch lost hold on his grip. Falling flat onto his face, as his breath escaped him quickly, the silver prince landed comically. He didn’t dare move in that moment and instead laid awfully still as pain of what had just happened overcame him. The only thing to escape him in his silence was a small whine that slithered from his hidden lips.