Neverwinter Forest And you don’t need a visa

"Nah, I get it. It'd be a real asshole move to split up a family," she reasoned, large ears angling forward with a small smile. Mal was a nice guy, she decided. They were probably a lot more alike than she'd initally thought, having been dazzled by that spotty fur and those multicolored eyes. That kind of stuff didn't really matter, after all.

Not that Mal wasn't striking.

A smile crossed her maw, playful and eager, when Mal teased her, and she leaned forward. "Oh, I'm never afraid of a little competition," she assured, winding her body around to brush up against his flank. "Are you?" the girl pressed, tipping her head to the side, silver eyes flashing a lighthearted challenge.