Neverwinter Forest Hey, what is it about the gates of Hell that compels people to wander into 'em?

There were good and bad things about siblings. And right now, the lack of being able to communicate properly meant that they had two very different senses of the world. Both could totally be right! But not in agreement. Give it a few months and they could be a dangerous duo or something.

He'd pulled back a moment in expectation of another charge, but that was when Miriam's paw ended up splitting them. His charge fell short and he sort of hopped back a moment, staring at the intruding leg. He probably looked more like an angry kitten at the moment (minus the hissing bit), ruffled and puffed fur and a still-sticklike tail sticking straight up. Not sure what to do he just yapped again, not sure if he should resume the attack on Finin or go after the woman or if something would flit by and be a giant distraction.