Neverwinter Forest harold...

Mallaidh does not mind the few days staying in the forest. It gave her more than a few restless hours of sleep a night and each day, she feels better. Eske did not lie when she said she would be fed and even if she doesn’t get four square fine-dining meals a day, she’s able to rebound relatively quickly. Her ribs show and her waist is still tucked but she doesn’t look like she’s going to disappear into thin air if she doesn’t eat right away.
 
The entire day isn’t spent with them but the girl doesn’t go far where the wolves have set up camp. She tries to make contact with one of them that she’s slipping off for a little while but occasionally she gets away unnoticed. Each place she goes has a purpose and she follows the trail she’s made over the last few days to the stream south of their home base, quenching her dried throat. Mallaidh licks away the water collected on her muzzle before shaking out her fur and settling down on the cool forest floor.