Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

I'm helping! I think @_@;;
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Was he already nearby? Or was he following her? Maybe he'd just happened upon the situation. Such details were unimportant. All that mattered in the calamity was that he appeared when she most needed it...right at the precipice of each guardians' temperamental flare. Idiot he couldn't help but think as golden hues found her standing toe to toe with two mightily agitated patrollers. What was she doing? Was she high?

His apparition was wordless; he came between the bristling bodies of Hawkeye and the two others and offered a flustered sound that gargled in the back of his throat. His spine was hunched with catlike rigidity but he hunkered despite his size...tiptoeing on the foreign soil of a region that may have now just become his enemy. It'd been a while since he'd felt so utterly cowed by a random occurrence.

"We are sorry," he murmured with weighted eyes shifting toward Hawkeye, glowering pointedly with an unspoken message of YES WE ARE SORRY NOW DON'T BE BRASH. His whole face screamed it at her, begging her to understand, to just hold her horses for a second. He needed her to understand. To agree. If only to keep from turning his ass into rawhide. Tension built from the stalwart silence and he shook off a delicate shiver that pinched between his shoulders. "There are no excuses for this," he said. Nothing, not even his added intrusion, could hope to explain how it was remotely appropriate for an alpha of foreign lands to be challenging the natives. He could imagine only that she had suffered a mental lapse...or perhaps traditions were starkly different from the land she'd hailed from.

Either way rules were rules. They were unbending and ever present. The two Neverwinter wolves, callous as they were, had simply assumed their natural roles as pack members. But...rules were rules. That went both ways. All actions caused equal reactions. They needed him to give something in return for their trespass.

He decided to give them exactly what they wanted.

His limbs gave out and he flopped to the earth. A pale belly flashed - his own personal white flag of utter surrender. He was humiliating himself -prostrating to two fellow men- and his eyes lost their focus on trees to the distance while brows furrowed with the shame that gnawed at his insides. "We praise you and your dutiful guardianship of these beautiful lands," he said with automated tribute. The wild glow of his eyes betrayed his desperate hope that perhaps his intervention wouldn't severe the thin wires that thus far had kept the situation under control.