Deepwood Weald I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why

She didn't know what it was about the youth of Neverwinter, but they were all shy and introverted. They reacted to her presence with apprehension, or even blatant disgust. She ignored such tripe, instead moving forward, her eyes searching for any signs of movement outside the young brown-furred boy. Aye, She agreed. The thought of a wandering pack of wolves this close to Neverwinter made the pirate wench's eyes burn with anticipation. She had been idle for too long, laying about the Forest with nothing to do but hunting and patrolling — boring stuff.

Her nose pressed against Lot's o' lasses 'ere, She noted, turning towards the young male. It was strange, having never been exposed to such strong feminine scent before. It was disgusting.