Neverwinter Forest and i wish i’d known that you were bleeding while i sat and watched you reading

the howl that climbed the cold air roused a new hate in astara. she swore to remember that voice, that song -- and so help the bastard that routed them from their brief respite if she ever came across him.

a parting glance was given to merrick as she made to move; he would know to find her, and she would know to find him -- their paths were intersected, and their fates tied together. she feared not as she left the duo, taking care to leave her tracks evident. splitting three ways would likely confound their pursuers -- astara only hoped to come across one so she could sink fang into their hide in retribution.

but first... escape. she climbed a stony ridge bespotted with pine trees, and was quickly obscured among the pinefall.