Neverwinter Forest In the Woods Somewhere

Hearing the soft crunch of approaching pawsteps, Moss went still as a stone, heart pounding in their chest like the beating wings of some trapped, frantic bird. Not in the least bit eager to get eaten by whatever formidable beast was making its way toward him, he sank low to the ground, tucking his paws close, his whole body pressed tight and tense, hoping that with all of the dust and grit caked onto his thin coat, he might pass for some odd-shaped rock or unfortunate heap of inedible bones.

But luck, as it often seemed to go, was a fickle creature, and his camouflage did not hold. A dark face emerged from the brambles, sharp eyes fixed exactly on him.

Yet, instead of snarling fangs or a warning growl, words met his ears.

Apologies for the intrusion, Mr. Solharr, Moss replied quickly, their voice thin with fatigue, betraying the edge of sleep they had found themself upon. He dipped his head respectfully, tail tucking low. I’m called Moss. It wasn’t my intention to trespass—must have missed the markers somewhere along the way. Another bow of his head, shoulders tight as they stood slowly to take a half step back. I’ll, uh… I’ll take my leave, then, he finished, hoping beyond hope that he wasn't about to be turned into an actual unfortunate pile of bones, and if he was, that Mr. Solharr would have the mercy to at least be quick about it.