Neverwinter Forest And what's he going to do, borrow a cup of sugar from Satan?

Ciaran was far more foolhardy -- certainly couldn't be called bravery, he didn't know any better. He could hear the girl somewhere behind him, but he kept going forward for another few yards, coming to a halt out in the open, tail wagging. He was probably ready to play. Or at the very least he was going to oogle the deer more.

Speaking of, it had stopped and looked back, ears wide and alert. A pup was not a threat, but other wolves might be. But it did put it more on edge. Here was this great beast stock still before them. A beat passed, two, then off in the distance somewhere beyond the youths, something moved (perhaps Aibreann trying to figure out where her son had wandered to), the shuffle of a branch. A snort, it spun and sprung off into the underbrush. 

Ciaran's tail stopped wagging, he did continue a couple of steps forward, but he certainly hadn't been prepared to chase. He was just sad that it was gone. Now what?