Neverwinter Forest Scratch scratches, fire starts with matches

When her packmate turned to her with wariness, Harlyn responded in kind. A single front paw pulled back to land upon the ground beneath her shoulder as her head lowered slightly and her ears peeled back against her skull. They lifted slightly when the woman's words infiltrated the silence between them. She relaxed slightly then, noting that it was likely just her sudden appearance that put the woman at unease and not the simple fact of her presence.

"Ever since I caught your scent at the borders," Harlyn answered honestly, "But don't worry, I came only to get to know a packmate--not to get rid of one." A small smile slipped across her lips as her posture relaxed a bit more, hoping her comment would put the alabaster woman at ease.

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