Neverwinter Forest and his throat burns from the screaming

She'd meant to visit the plateau, but as soon as she'd set eyes on it, all desire to do so had faded away. Instead, she headed out onto the valley floor, passing by the peak that her father had often called Adeline Laughs - and she didn't look directly at it, just like Daddy never had, either.

In the woods she stalked as quietly as she could, but she was a big, hulking mass of a wolf, and at times the undergrowth was too tight to slip through, and she shoved past it with snapping jaws and gnashing of teeth. The further she entered into the woods, though, the less undergrowth she had to deal with. Eventually, she was walking through the gloom unobstructed, and it was then that she caught sight of the other.

Blackbear paused, wavering uncertainly between flight and indifference. She was not a little girl anymore, but it was still sinking in that she didn't have to worry much about being attacked or overpowered. As her steps slowed, though, she realized that she and the stranger were rather well matched. Not just in coloration, but in size. That was odd.

"Hello," she ventured, thoughts of flight and indifference sliding away as intrigue took its place.