Barrow Fields put me on the front line leave me with a dumb mind

truly, it was an admirable attempt, but teeth of a wildling couldn't make it through the tasseled covering. all slavuj felt was a sudden tug, and the surprise lurched him to turn - seeing a scraggly yearling canine, all-black but for a fiery birthmark over one cheek, threat in every sharp angle of her self.

easy, easy! the bard attempted to diffuse, one foreleg extended to push away any further strikes.

no bites- ey, no bites! and he couldn't help having a slight, breathless laugh in his voice. what a situation!