Neverwinter Forest Gimme All You Got

Unexpectedly, a howl went up nearby, and after pinpointing where it had come from, Lyra headed towards it with a mild curiosity. She was certain whoever she shared this dark woodlands with knew they had company by now, hence the howl, but she was doubting their intelligence. Who drew strangers towards them in the cover of night?

Why was she being so daft as to answer the call?

Nevertheless, the woman quietly snaked her way towards him, testing the air as she drew near. A pack wolf, but not of one she recognised. As he came into view (as much as she could make out, anyway), the Ostrega sized him up with a cant of her head. He was a tall man, dark and broad shouldered. Capable-looking with forest green eyes that stood out in amongst the darkness. "You called?" she spoke softly, tone indecipherable as she eyed him.