Neverwinter Forest Must be hard to live in this world, if you believe that.

The crackle of the stick between Belharra’s jaws was sufficient cover for Helios to creep in. Snap, crunch, crraaaaack! Belharra’s teeth efficiently worked the stick, whittling bark from bough, leaving little sediments of stick along her tongue. 

And then the stick was gone! Her ears flattened as a shadow stepped over her and yoinked the stick painfully from her teeth. Rriiip! She flinched, rising up instantly in self defense. It appeared her marauder was a young chap, one she might even have regarded as handsome if she was in the mood to regard him favorably. As it was, he’d just snatched her fucking stick — so no, “favorable mood" wasn’t in the cards today. Not when her stick had been purloined so callously from her. Without even a hello, how-ye-do, to boot!!

OI, YE BASTARD!!! Belharra indignantly roared, spittle and bark flying from her snapping teeth as she chased after him. YER HIDE IS MINE! Oh, he was gonna get it if Belharra had her way.