Neverwinter Forest white beak

as she feints left, he moves fast, having expected something more than just a full on assault. broad shoulders twisting and planting like the roots of a great tree. his weight shifts fluidly, cutting off her angle.

she is fast—faster than any he’s faced in some time. a vulture circling, daring the wolf to keep up. his grin widens, teeth flashing; gnashing now, for the thick fur protecting her neck, an attempt to grab her by the scruff.

after that, he has no idea what he'd do with her. perhaps try to wrangle her beneath him, or hurl her to the ground. throw her off balance. he feels the thrill of a good spar, though, roaring in his veins. the scent she wears only bolsters his resolve, filling him with masculine intent to win.