Neverwinter Forest a distant land caused me to linger

Hydra grinned at Dirge and his observation. Though typically she was stoic and aloof, she had her moments where she simply let everything go. It wasn't those moments that defined her, but she was certainly a multifaceted youth. He thought wrong, Hydra decreed, and as she moved past Dirge she tossed her head in the wolf equivalent of a hairtoss. One of the best things about being a princess, Dirge, she stated, now peering over her shoulder at him, is that we can do, and say, whatever it is we please when it pleases us. She reclined onto her haunches and began to preen at her shoulder, and at his invitation and pointed look, Hydra returned her attentions to him and smiled again. 

Not only was he a handsome devil as well as an adept hunter, but a gentleman? 

I've eaten recently—there is some hour old mountain goat scraps left, waiting for you at Moonspear, she informed, pulling away from her shoulder. But the weasel was fresh and warm both—such a thing Hydra would not pass up herself were she alone for a time, and any bit hungry. Her tail thumped against the earth as she returned to her self-grooming, moving on to her chest. The grouse lay limp between the both of them, and the snowfall and quiet around them was altogether peaceful.