Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

She raised a brow with a chuckle. It would be foolish of her to think the Morrigan to have been stopped by the snows. Vanity was lucky enough to get through the ravine and out before it completely closed up. The progress of her pursuer would be hindered, sure, but not stopped. Nothing could possibly stop the crazy bitch. "It would be stupid of me to think so." He gave the man a twisted smile: stuck between pain and amusement.

"I come from a war clan. It's in my blood." Her dark countenance became a shade darker but her ruby gaze still shone out. She was glad she'd learnt the common tongue, for once. She'd never had to use it before and every word felt like tar, lead on her tongue. But it worked and it was what was needed. "What of you, hm? Pack wolf?" The curious glint returned to her gaze, watching for a reaction to unravel this man.