Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

From her shrouded perch, she arched a slender brow. A soft scoff escaped Y'var'la, the sound faint but laced with just enough derision to carry to his ears. He was intriguing in his own way, all coiled muscle and caution, standing sentry as if his mere presence were a deterrent.

"How gallant," She mused, dark eyes gleaming as they traced the line of his stance. A step forward brought her closer to the dappled edge of shadow, enough for him to catch the gleam of her narrowed gaze. the woman tilted her head, appraising him openly, though she still held herself just beyond his reach.

"but, a breath, "you can rest assured, I have no ill intent." the woman tilted her head and settled her expression. "There is a pack here — I was curious."