Neverwinter Forest A bad penny always turns up.

He watched the stranger's attention flicker between himself and the small creature, and when the stoat reared up and bolted for the safety of the forest - with something small and rotted clutched in its little mouth - the white wolf flowed after it. Stone wanted to as well; he was tugged by the same instinctual desire to chase, and could not hold back for long. It all happened so fast: the hollow log, the crunch, the girl straddling debris, and Stone almost running in to her as the dust settled.

Deftly ducking away from her at the last second and weaving between motes of dust, the stilted boy shoved himself face-first in to the only opening that was available (which put the rest of him chiefly between Simmik's legs, rather awkwardly). He felt the base of his tail bump something (her ribs maybe) as he compacted himself as much as he could, hind feed dragging against the forest floor as he propelled himself after the stoat.