Neverwinter Forest Piscean

Where are you going? A good question — a fair question, she might have thought if she'd been thinking much right then. Seastorm snarled again in response to the testing of her boundaries, bristling and snapping her teeth but making no other move; she wouldn't lunge for him, but neither would she give any ground.

Away, She answered when she was certain he meant to speak rather than attack her again. To die in peace - or to live, if I can manage it. Seastorm's own voice was low, strained with exhaustion and agony but no less fierce for it. She had no interest in his forest or its inhabitants. It merely stood in her path.