Neverwinter Forest Twin fish

It was a man of authority who came to her now, a wolf whose scent she remembered well. Now Seastorm took in the auburn fortress of him, the quiet demeanor which promised a slower-burning sort of rage. She studied him in the way she studied all men: wondering what sort of anger he might inflict on her, how she might mold herself in his presence to never let it touch her.

There was always violence just beneath those soft words.

Seastorm reluctantly surrendered her tree, though she'd rather thought the marks a fierce sort of warning to trespassers. Anyone who walked here uninvited would know death waited. She bit her tongue.

Seastorm.

Speak only when spoken to. No questions. She remembered.