Neverwinter Forest nobody learns no nothing from no history

A new scent rustled beneath his nose, and silver ears pricked and twirled to hone in on its origin. This was not his sister, but was a lady all the same. He was certain that his presence would not have been missed, but was curious as to the approach the woman would take, be it to avoid him, or seek him out. He would meet and cross her path one way or another, but gave her choice of the first move, skulking further into the shadows and purposely dodging her path for a few minutes, pale eyes watching, ears listening, waiting.