Neverwinter Forest the gnashin' teeth and criminal tongues

Andalusia did not know what to expect when Ciervo turned his eyes upon her. It seemed strange to wonder if she would be accepted by her brother now, or if her presence would be seen as an inconvenience to the independence she assumed he pursued. If not for the boldness that kept her from shrinking, this apprehension would have held her back. Yet her fears stilled the moment she met her brother's gaze. From their golden depths rose every unspoken word, and she felt the urge to rush toward him now and never let him go.

Yet she made no move, instead letting him make his way toward her, her lips twitching into a shy grin not nearly as bold as her brother's, but just as genuine. His intentions were clear, they were written on his face, and Andalusia did not resist. Allowing herself to cover the final steps, she fell into his wolfish embrace, the touch of his wet nose against her sending comfort through her golden frame. A gentle laugh escaped her maw when she pressed her muzzle against her brother's shoulder. "Tsk. I knew I should've gone with those cheerleading squirrels." The warmth had finally spread to her face, and she did not want to leave his embrace. It had been so long since she'd been so close to another, and she felt the bitter sting of homesickness every second now. And yet she did not want that sensation to fade, for it was what drove her forward, and it was what led her to Ciervo in the first place. Breathing in again, her words muffled against his fur. "I didn't think I'd find you." She had never been the feeling type, per se (for that was more Chehlia's forte), but she gave herself this. It simply felt right.