Neverwinter Forest Starting Over

She had kept to herself for most of her time in the Forest, slowly adjusting to this thing known as grass. It didn't help that the land was frozen and cold, unyielding, a far cry from the sandy loam she was used to treading on, nesting in. When she finally felt ready, or as ready as she could be, then, and only then, did she greet her fellow crewmates packmates.

She came across two quickly; two women, to her disgust. She would rather have less heat-spewing harpies around Kjalarr, but she supposed it could not be helped. Ondine was his w-....wiiif- chosen fuckbuddy, after all; he wouldn't be promiscuous (she thought).

Ahoy lassies! She crowed, despite her annoyance with the whole situation (both environment and companions). Bit o' a chill dis mornin', ah?