Neverwinter Forest strange activities

Had she more experience with the supernatural (or birds, for that matter), Siv would not have acted out so wildly in reaction to the commotion that had taken place above her. It was the setting that had aided to the eerie nature of the crow that had taken flight. That, coupled with the lack of sleep and high alert of the wandering coywolf, and she was primed and ready for fright. Having taken cover in the bushes, her bright gaze peered out uncertainly, waiting for whatever had caused the racket to appear from the shadows and snatch her away. Siv’s hackles were rising slowly at the sound of approaching paws, and she cast her head from side to side in some desperate attempt to see her attacker before they landed a blow on her paralyzed figure. When, from the mist, a loping wolf appeared, Siv nearly shrieked in surprise. Immediately, she took to a defensive position, and widened her eyes. Somehow, she was hoping that if she appeared manic enough, this stranger would disappear back into the mist from where he came. “Is someone after you?” his whisper fell against her long ears and she immediately lost the panic that had swiftly taken over her heart. Squinting at him with a half-frown, Siv quirked a brow upwards and took a single step forward. “You’re tellin’ me that you didn’t hear all that hubbub?” she questioned him with a peculiar expression… still looking slightly deranged. “Sounded like the whole damn sky was about to fall!” Of course, she was exaggerating. But only a little.