Neverwinter Forest cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

Dash's heart lifted when he heard the mottled she-wolf following behind. There was something about being pursued (even in the most literal sense) by a pretty female that got his blood pumping a little faster. As they retreated from the outskirts of the forest it seemed to grow a little warmer, but Dash wasn't sure if it was the absence of the wind or the presence of the agouty beauty that was generating the head-to-toes warm feeling spreading throughout his body. 

The first time the woman yelped, Dash turned around, startled. As soon as he saw the pile of snow cascading from the girl's head and shoulders, he knew what had happened. She began to laugh, and it was quite an enchanting sound. "Welcome to the Neverwinter Forest," he said, flashing his most winning smile. His apple-green eyes danced with amusement. He trusted the irony of her all-too-wintery introduction to "Neverwinter" would not be lost on the girl. 

Dash began bending branches purposefully as they moved forward, hoping to hear more of the woman's musical tones as snow whipped backwards. After snapping a few twigs in her direction, Dash tossed a mischevious grin over his shoulder, wondering if she had caught onto what he was doing.