Neverwinter Forest It's fare thee well

She had lunged with such vindication, it was no wonder her jaws would find something. She was so overcome with the delight of success that she yanked a little harder than she'd meant to, oh but she was having fun! 

Her eyes met his glare, and her grip slacked enough for him to move free, perhaps it was just the way the light hit his glare, but it sent a shiver down her goldburned spine. Ack! So sorry! too much? she asked without pause in their dance, continuing to try avoiding his advances. For one so inexperienced, she was not half-bad at keeping herself from getting grabbed in the first place, slippery as an eel.

But Pangur was no eel, not truly, and when Luhtar reared to returned the favour, she was sent rolling into the snow; kind of it to cushion the fall, and far less offensive in the mouth than dirt. This time, she took a moment to get up, too busy giggling like a maniac.