Neverwinter Forest May I stand unshaken

I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER
His head swam.

Instinct urged him to fight, to lash out before they could harm him.

But his body would not obey.

He managed only a low, trembling sound, barely a growl, as he struggled to focus on their forms.

Stark’s breath wheezed softly. These wolves were unknown, and that should have unsettled him, stirred some coil of distrust. Perhaps that was the blood loss talking, or some desperate hope clawing at his rational mind.

His world narrowed to a pinpoint of light, flickering before him. Gritting his teeth, he tried to speak, to demand something—he didn’t know what. No words came, just a rasp of breath and a faint twitch of his paw.

The last thing he felt before the blackness claimed him once more was the subtle shift beneath him.

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