Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

While he had not pushed her to the ground where he would have forced submission on her, the alternative would have been hilarious had he been standing on the sidelines and not so intent to taste the blood of the intruder. The ebony female swung in to a tree as she stumbled from his attack, and while she inhaled sharply, seemingly gaining her senses about her, the cinnamon male took the opportunity to crouch lower, his creamy muzzle thrusting downward to protect his throat as his hackles bristled.

A dangerous snarl bubbled then, erupting past his tainted lips and perhaps overtaking any threat she had tried to make – none which he took seriously. He lunged forward then, and just as he did so, she swiftly rounded past him. Enraged, his teeth clamped down to nothing but air, and Scimitar spun then, his paws dancing upon the snow as he raced after her at the side of his companion.

Sense seemed to knock itself to her, and while the sight of the fleabag fleeing their territory in panicked flight than her supposed pride warmed him, he only stopped when his pack mate did, when she was far past the borders of their home. Scimitar inhaled sharply then, attempting to calm his nerves as his tongue slipped over his fangs. The other’s words interrupted his thoughts, and only when his bright aqua eyes befell the ebony Forest wolf did his gaze soften slightly. “Very,” he rumbled, his gaze drifting back to the direction of the two outsiders. “Interesting way to meet though. I’m Scimitar.”