Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

She slipped ahead of him then, momentarily taking the lead and offering him a chance to let talk of the past slip away. It was on to business now, and when the underbrush became clear—or at least as clear as it could—Dirge resumed his pace ahead of her. He let silence lapse between them as he studied the undergrowth, tucked not so neatly into the twisting roots and rising trunks of the immediate forest. It wasn't the most opportune place he would have picked, but hunting grouse was rarely a sport. Especially when he fekt it reignite the hunger he had been putting off.

But whatever surge was weariness that followed it was ignored as well. He knew he had to push through it, if only to keep his reputation intact. It wouldn't have been like him to not deliver on a promise, even of he was blowing hot air to someone's sails. There was more on the line here than his ego too; survival hinged on this.

Whether or not Hydra would stay behind to watch or participate mattered not to him as he snaked onward, first giving the pocketed area a wide berth to figure out it's intricacies. If there were thorns—and he was certain there were—he wasn't about to potentially skewer an eye or foot on them. His circle wound tighter as he came around, jaws parting in anticipation that eventually a weary bird would go on alarm and spring.

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