Moonsong Glacier You're living in the age of the refugee, my friend.

Belharra didn't make it back to the forest just yet. For one. there was a scent here that drew her out - the scent of a wolf in heat.

She followed it curiously for a while, but after it was joined by a male scent, Belharra lost interest. She'd had enough of men for the next eternity or so. After all, Men:

A smirk carried on her lips as she thought back on @Asmodeus. He had at least been intelligent. Their romp had ended, but in this moment she found herself wondering where he had 'fucked off' to. Hopefully to the Great Laid Beyond, where the women came cheap and easy, and thrills abounded by the plenty.

"Stupid, happy fuck." Belharra muttered to herself as she turned from the trail and went down towards a small stream. It was at least peaceful here. She could see Neverwinter in the distance, and the glacier looked hauntingly pretty in the moonlight. Thinking back on her childhood Belharra broke into quiet song as she searched for a place to bed the night.

"silverspun lady on the moon
waiting for that someday soon.
lonely man beneath the sea
blue caught in melancholy
silver woman, looking down
blue king with a crooked crown
theirs are days far apart
theirs are lives held in one heart."