Neverwinter Forest you walk along the edge of danger

Y'var'la’s ears tilted slightly at his response, the hint of mischief in his tone drawing a rare flash of approval. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she leaned back against the log, the cool night air brushing against her fur.

"Didn't really peg you as the type anyway," She mused with the lax shrug of her shoulders before turning her gaze back to him, "Then again, maybe you’ve got your pride to keep you warm."

The teasing tone faded just enough for her to peer at him with more intent, a deeper curiosity lurking beneath her usual guarded exterior. "What, pining? S'not really my thing, either."