Neverwinter Forest She danced on my grave and now i'm cold inside

A loud unf left Sitri's jaws and he backpedaled quickly. It was a good thing he was a solid brute or he would have ended up splayed on the ground like a dead deer. Not to say he didn't slip a bit and the one forepaw went wide, but he managed to keep his feet. He stared at the black she wolf that had run in him and spoke softly Are you okay? Hitting me is like hitting a cliff wall?

He studied her while he stood nearby with his scars and his wounds and his inner demons and he waited. He had no where to be, and no one to please so he could stand there all day and stare off into nothingness until she spoke.