Neverwinter Forest lockdown

And, uh, now for something completely different?

Just as she was actually making a friend, a strange, lanky shadow entered stage left, cackling. Her brows drew together, concerned. Was he crazy, like that one lady with the skull?

Apparently so. She was about to ask him that question when he lunged toward her, teeth clacking maybe a paw's length from her face. Close enough that she felt his spittle spatter her cheeks, warm and sour-smelling.

Blueberry was scared, yes—but she was also Screech's daughter, God help her.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE, YOU CREEP! she bellowed, tail lashing behind her. She saw Malila surged forward and she, too, charged, jaws wide, hoping to jab an incisor in one of those staring blue eyes.