Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

the longer arcturus went, the more faded the trail; arcturus wasn't even sure hydra and lyra had come this way -- and if they had, he couldn't find much trace of it. all the same he was determined, if a bit boorish, to find them and continued to crisscross his path with his muzzle low to the ground.

after a while, a feeling he was being watched overcame him; the boy was no intrepid sneak, and had hardly enough life experience under his belt to be a master scout -- even then he felt a pair of eyes boring into his back, and a few times had looked behind him and caught the faint flash of bright yellow quickly eclipsed by darkness. as if testing his luck he would abruptly stop and listen, ears keen for any sign of footsteps behind him.

at first the boy thought his imagination was getting the better of him, but after a few stops and starts summoned enough courage to whirl around and face the darkness, his jaw set and scowling expression seeming to say "who is there?!"