Neverwinter Forest let's leave my truck in the drive

aye, rhaegal affirms. kukutux. for some reason, calling mother of his to-be doewife by her given name feels wrong; like he's dishonoring her by doing so.

the adrenaline courses thru rhaegal's veins, propelling him faster; though he has to adjust his position twice to avoid catching her hoof to his shoulder.

his companion's bark causes both ears — whole and torn — to twitch. a soft wince is given, less of pain and more of a strange sickly sweet feeling that he pushes away lest it distract him.

he snarl snaps his teeth at the doe's rear flank; teeth grazing coarse hair. he does not wish to mutilate the pelt more than needed but total perfection would be near impossible, he knows. she lets out a panicked noise and veers towards the towering rockface of the spine.

exactly where rhaegal had intended to corral her.