Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

He spotted the stoat complete with its bold display of teeth, and the first thought he had was to confront it, perhaps kill it. The contents of the pilfered cache were meaningless to him. However, no sooner had he brandished his own scowl at the livid little thing did a fresh body spring out of the foliage.

The blur of white startled him backwards at a scramble. His tail naturally tucked against his belly but he retained a sharp quality to the posture of his forequarter, his head raised and chin slightly tucked. The stranger was much more aggressive and forthright towards him, seemingly oblivious to the true culprit. There wasn't time to speak or really even breathe, but the stoat treated this newfound threat with a fresh screech.