Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

5 - hit; Attack: 17

It was strange, having to be so careful. It occurred to the bounty hunter only now that he'd not had such a friendly spar since Coachwhip had gone his own way. He wondered, idly, where his brother might be now — but it was not the time for such thoughts.

He was shoved with a pointy muzzle. Playfully, he knew, but it made his heart pound all the same. His jaws ached to tear and rend, to end the fight before he was truly harmed. He licked excess saliva from his jaws and tried to tune back in to the levity of the moment. Accordingly, he added a tiny bounce to his step as he twisted, rearing back —

and attempted to grab Solharr in a bear-hug, bearing down to try and take them both to the forest floor.