Neverwinter Forest Or did I lead the wolf to the fawn?

The wolf glanced between Shemesh and the herd before creeping closer, demonstrating an abundance of caution with each step. It was admirable, enviable even, how seriously she was taking this hunt. Shemesh wagged her tail in thanks and kept a lookout for more deer; if a straggler spotted them from behind, the whole herd might scatter. Her stomach grumbled at the thought.

When the wolf crossed into the same shadows, Shemesh stepped forward to meet her. Her head was held low with ears splayed sideways, though they twitched every so so often in the direction of the herd. ”My name is Shemesh,” she whispered, tapping the side of her forepaw against her chest. ”Do you want to hunt with me?” A large fawn would be harder to drive from its herd than a small one, but they could do it together.

Shemesh tried to keep her expression soft and friendly. She needed help, and she didn’t want her nerves to get in the way — again.