Neverwinter Forest doesn't matter anymore if what we say is true

the disgruntled reply only made iiana's eyes narrow like crescent moons. she turned to face the voice, contemplating giving her name to the stranger. green eyes met with silver and one glance at the wolf even in the darkness told her clearly they weren't up for chit-chatting it up in the dark woods.

"..Iiana, Ozia. who're you?" it took a moment for the wolf to respond, though she calmed down a slight bit knowing it was someone who seemed similarly disinterested in a fight. or at least, she hoped so. here, there mustve been enough room for them to fight without crashing into the bark of the woods, though not enough to allow moonlight so much as slip through the gaps between the leaves.  needless to say it'd make for more than just an irritating scuffle.

"..i mean no trouble, if that's what you're worried about." she softened her tone, though her hackles remained raised.