Neverwinter Forest all for the best

imrathil's tail stirred at the brief contact -- cyclone's muzzle brushed upon his cheek before a bark alerted both of them. standing attention, imrathil felt his hackles prickle as a wolf came towards them.

his cause for alarm was unwarranted, for in a spry fashion cyclone quickly departed from his side, and sprung towards the lean agouti with spirit that could only suggest the two were well-acquainted.

shifting rather reluctantly (and feeling so very guilty for the uncharitable prickle of...competition that he suddenly felt overcome him) imrathil's gaze swept over the male, assessing him as warmly as he could manage. "hullo," he ventured, suddenly feeling troubled by a flash of a memory dredged to his mind -- one that just as quickly dissipated, leaving imrathil with a rather troubled countenance.