Neverwinter Forest And they welcome everyone to stay

His vision blurs for a moment, so at first he doesn't see the shadowed figure turning back toward him. The darkness seems to swim, trees swaying strangely, and the sight fills him with dread. He blinks hard several times — and then the wolf he'd been pursuing seems to simply appear, sending his heart into his throat. He steps back quickly, pulse drumming loudly in his ears. It takes him a few seconds to register the words thrown at him, and in the time between, all he can do is stare.
You're not going to attack me? His first thought slips from him when he finally finds his voice; frustrating, but he's proud of the fact that he sounds relatively calm, at least, if a little wary and bitter. It's progress, albeit slow progress. He takes another step back, suddenly wishing he hadn't left his company behind. It would be nice to have back-up right about now, in case the stranger suddenly remembers some unspoken rule requiring pack wolves to be giant assholes within 10 yards of their home.