Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

a slim ear was turned back behind arcturus, the only evidence at present that the boy still fixated some attention on the stranger. in truth behemoth could have easily taken advantage of arcturus' blithe trust in him then, for the dark cub moseyed along the curve of mountain-grass and long corridors of thorny brambles with not a single care for his own safety.

a few times the boy doubled back, sharing quiet glances with the stranger that lurked besides him; on the third attempt arcturus found clear evidence of his sister's passing and with a grunt, started pounding pell-mell through the forest.