Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

She does not like the way he looks at her. Her stomach roils in anxiety, taking a step back and out of his circle in a careful step. If she hadn’t gotten lost from her pack, she wouldn’t be standing here in front of this wolf and with each passing second, his features begin to focus. It is not the dark brute that took her captive last year but it is still someone dangerous, sinister tone in each question.
 
Siobhan licks her lips anxiously, uncertain where to look, and she glances up once to catch his pale blue eyes. “I’m traveling with my pack,” she says, carefully, trying to keep her voice steady. “We’re moving. Th-they’re just ahead of me.”