the woods near Forlaw

The gray figure stalked out of the woods with steps resembling that of an animal, predator of the wilds; stiffening to a short breath, his eyes glowed in desperation at the same time sickness, his hands arose “Do not move, do not yell.” His voice seemed raspy as if he had lost his voice. -Mayhap of late he hasn't spoken a word to any person aside from trees and wild animals of the lands. Thus the young man took that very small moment to study the woman. "I won't hurt you." The words were spared in hard, broken accent of the rugged Eorling.