Neverwinter Forest i’m the kinda girl

She was a very strange creature, but Styx could not deny that it was rather alluring. The sudden switch in her confidence amused the scrawny hybrid, but he did not comment on it. He worried that if he was to say something, it would be the wrong thing and cause the female to shy away from him. And, for whatever reason, Styx did not want that happening. The stranger beside him was lucky that she had caught the mutt on one of his good days, or else the conversation would be completely different from the light banter being tossed back and forth. His shifting personality was a defensive mechanism – how he spoke and acted completely depended on who he encountered, which often helped keep the coywolf out of trouble. “We definitely cannot. I can get awfully clingy.” False. Styx detested being in the company of others – well, aside from this girl and he couldn’t figure out why. “And I snore,” he added with a quick shrug, eyes focused ahead of them at the remaining light that threatened to dip behind the horizon. Hopefully after their meeting, once the knight rescued his damsel from the awful forest, she would forget about him – he hardly ever saw the same wolf twice, and preferred it that way. Once they managed to find their way out of the forest he could leave and carry on with his exploring without any baggage (pretty, silver-eyed baggage).