Neverwinter Forest leap of faith

Belharra bounced out from the mist, hauling the flipper of an otter in her mouth. Somewhere out near the Glacier she had let Vallkyrie know she was off for ‘brekkies’, leaving the woman to her own devices. She was on her way back to their rendezvous when she had the brilliant idea to swing by her den and see what had gone down in the last week. 

Warbling a song about a sparrow and an ox between a muffled bunch of otter-hide, Belharra slowed as the figure of a yearling materialized in the gloom. By her estimation the ghostly boy was likely nearing his first year. Sizing him up in exactly two seconds, Belharra ruled he was mostly harmless. Oi! The otter paw tumbled from her jaws and she paused to scoop it up quickly. Ye look lost. Don’t suppose Ye’ve seen a wolf about your height, white with creepy black eyes? ‘Twas hopin’ I ain’t seen the last of him.