Neverwinter Forest In the Circle of yours arms, safety

the вук had caught a trace of scent on the wind, or inferred from the birdsong a predator's presence, or merely possessed a sharpened instinct of a wild animal.

no matter, once his eyes were on her, the pulse near her dewclaw quickened.

deciding not to risk the fickle nature of beasts, the huntress whipped around, and in a sway of braids and fur galloped deeper into the wood.