Neverwinter Forest join: i use my hair to express myself

So sorry this took a few days to get up, work has kicked my ass recently. D:

A jackalope? "Uhm..." Viinturuth furrowed his brow then, wondering what on earth this mad female was stammering about. What in the heck was a jackalope? He simply blinked in her direction, wondering if perhaps he imagined what she'd said and was beginning to lose his own mind, but the arrival of Scimitar confirmed that he was still sane. Before them, the dark-furred wolfess seemed to be on the edge of hyperventilation as she struggled to keep from panicking, and Viin pulled himself together once more to observe with quiet amusement.

The stranger's hind limbs gave way and with her seated awkwardly on the ground, Viin cleared his throat and pursed his lips in attempt to keep himself from grinning. He'd been nervous himself on seeking to join Neverwinter (assuming that was why this wanderer had come), but this performance was something else entirely. Making to exchange a puzzled glance with his tawny pack-mate, Viinturuth turned once more to the obsidian wolfess just as she exploded into hysterics and pleaded that she be spared. Unsure how to approach the situation he'd found himself in, he simply gazed on in confusion and considered what to say.