Neverwinter Forest Scratch scratches, fire starts with matches

It took a while for Sialuk to realize she'd been followed. Her ears were twisted back, customary while traveling alone, but somehow Harlyn's approaching foot steps were masked either by a lack of attention or by the forest's sounds. She caught on only seconds before Harlyn announced herself and she turned, fighting hard to keep her hackles from creeping up and narrowing her eyes deferentially.

"How long have you been following me?" the Arctic wolf asked smoothly, figuring it was too coincidental for Harlyn to have just found her here. Her tone wasn't accusatory, simply curious, as if Sialuk thought it strange that anyone should successfully sneak up on her. The angakkuq admittedly had a bad habit of overestimating her skill set, and was always taken aback (if not a little offended) when something proved her wrong.