Neverwinter Forest slower & slower

My, he was handsome. He was an older wolf, she noted — at least, older than herself — his dark eyes holding a certain wisdom within their brooding depths. Lyra couldn't help but gaze curiously for a little longer than necessary before suddenly breaking contact, lightly stepping over the pine needles strewn on the frosted ground to move closer to the stranger. He had a warmth about him that was comforting compared to the chill of the air, and Lyra sought it out. Or perhaps she was just entranced with the idea of the man — a real man — after the recent betrayal.

Either way, he had ensnared her, and she breathed his dominating, earthy scent. "Hi," she responded with a sweet-as-honey smile, her tail arching with another cordial flourish. She was largely unaware of his current frustration with the earth, spoiled by Moonspear and it's almost year-round abundance of herbs. "Find anything interesting?"