The New World

[Damien]

Liale continued stumbling around. He didn't take note of the female wolf until he was nearly on top of her. His footing instantly stablized and he 'sobered up' really quickly. "Oh... hello," he exclaimed cheerily taking a large step backwards. The satyr instantly grew nervous and began to fidget. The long pointed ears twitched and traced small circles in the air.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked, the nervousness fled his body language as he asked the question, locking eyes with the wolf. Bright blue and green, his eyes seemed to be all that more enchanting out of no where.... Although... no his magic was still sluggish from waking up, the effect would not be an irresistible hypnotic gaze as he hoped and instead would be more of a pleasant curiosity. Dammit. No enchanting this wolfess... at least not until later. He glanced behind him. Was the orc following him? He had no idea.

"You have to hide me."