Neverwinter Forest strange activities

Siv had been born with high energy. She could not recall a single day that she hadn’t spent wired to the teeth with excitement. The coywolf had a good spirit, though, and she meant well in most situations. She had always had the ability to find herself in a mess of trouble, however. Even when she had been young, mischief was drawn to her like the ocean to the shore. It did not leave a damper on her excitement. Life was confusing and awful and oftentimes strange. Siv would not have wanted it any other way. The ashen male corrected her pronunciation of his name and she nodded her head to him, knowing that it would slip her mind in a matter of moments anyway. He was better off just accepting the new name she’d offered and leave it be. Still, the supposed knight was something of a gentleman. She offered a small smile to him, dark lips curling her slender features upwards. Then, he inquired as to why she was out wandering the misty wood. “Well, Nancy, it may be none of your business, but since we’re crammed in here like sardines together, it’s a good start for conversation,” she responded with a shrug of her narrow shoulders. “I’d heard a rumor that there was a creature that dwelled here. It’s said that it hides high in the trees and drops in on unsuspecting wolves. It particularly likes ones named Henrietta,” she told him with a perfectly serious expression on her features. She peered at him with a mischievous twinkle in her bright blue gaze.