Neverwinter Forest nobody learns no nothing from no history

She noted the subtle change in Hunter; how he fed off of her, in a way, and did not behave so anxiously. Tonravik saw herself asserting her own typical behavior. No-nonsense. She did not have the time to humor a wolf who clung to the shadows and would not come out. Even the wolf beside her, anxious though he was, had sense enough to face her. Ah, but she had not summoned the other! She has no desire to, either. Sisamat is not amused. She peers to her companion, before her eyes move slowly toward the direction she fathomed the other to be in. She knew the terrain well enough at this point to be able to do such a thing without worry. She could see the vague outline of wolf, and she is more alert for it; shaking her ruff, she slows, giving the beast the opportunity to present itself, bored with its game, an offense she liked to think was punishable by death.