Neverwinter Forest You can hide underneath me and come out at night

she follows her brother at a distance; respectful of his solitude, yet completely unwilling to let him go off on his own. between following her father to face her mother and put rest to the lingering doubts, or ensuring her brother isn't alone, she chooses the later easily. it's the presence of someone else that has her close the distance swiftly, a distinct sense that the two of them are no longer alone. she hears the voice before she too emerged from the tangle behind Dragomir, the tiny jolt of familiarity strengthened when she sees the boy's face. it's distinctive enough not to forget, but it's the smell of blood that has her attention flick to her brother. 

had there been no hare, she likely would have had some semblance of respect for the boy's claim. but as it was, the mere sight reminded her of the full force of her hunger, the same Drago must surely be feeling. "leave him alone." she asserts, hoping her brother will keep eating. food has jumped to the top of their list of priorities as of late. 

she's not especially aggressive, but firm as she stands by Drago. "we'll leave when he's finished." it's the distinct lack of many scents here that has her add the latter, fueled too by a fragile courage that stems from never truly having engaged in a real fight, but trusting she'll win all the same.