Neverwinter Forest throw my fist

They are feeling ALL THE FEELINGS!

The moment he was free of Rannoch’s clutches, Cypress spun clumsily, forepaws splaying in a playful bow — and a few vigorous barks escaped his wickedly grinning muzzle as he spiritedly tossed his head and pranced a clumsy pirouette of triumph. Yet Rannoch did not move, and for a moment the pudgy little raven was fraught with confusion. “Nah,” he ventured uncertainly, “eepin’?” Could the dandelion fluff boy have fallen asleep so fast? Cypress tiptoed closer to poke lightly at his brother’s shoulder, only to wear an expression of horror as Rannoch’s voice melted from his body in the saddest of mewls. “Ono!” cried out Cypress, and he tucked his body protectively along his brother’s side, licking the boy’s face vigorously to cheer him. His own eyes bubbled with tears — both boys were likely punchy and overtired, and abruptly the game lost its fun. “Nah,” hiccupped the raven forlornly, sobbing, grooming his brother with frenetic worry, licking at his face and shoulders to try to cheer or rouse him.