Neverwinter Forest you walk along the edge of danger

Her tail swished idly as she maintained her perch atop the log, her narrowed gaze studying his movements. “Mm, restless legs,” she replied with a trace of a smirk, her voice smooth. She followed his line of sight, her own silvery eyes narrowing against the light of the moon. “Figured if I stayed in the den any longer, I’d go mad.” 

Sliding her claws lightly along the bark beneath her, she eased herself down, her lean frame slipping off the log with practiced elegance. “What of you? Pining for some long-lost love? Or just brooding because it suits you?”  The words were pointed, but her tone held a wry humor, a jest to cover genuine interest.