Neverwinter Forest can you ever really know?

One whiff was all it took to be aware of Clover’s condition. Belharra guffawed, rocking back on her heels. Oh, if this was the end for Clover, truly! Her eyes glittered as she responded. Oh me, lassie — ye just got the case of the spring willies. That didn’t seem sufficient, so Belharra leaned in with a hushed voice.  Ye season. Comes for us all, I’m afraid.

Her ears pulled back as Kyr strolled in. Belharra beamed as she greeted her with a wag of her tail. Look wot the bog rat dragged in! Her chest puffed at mention of being a good old pack wolf. Well ye see, I’ve got to be on my best behavior. Belharra winked, the rogue smile disappearing as another wolf unknown to her came into view. 

Oh, he was rude! Belharra gasped, a theatric nudge in Kyr’s direction. Mercy me!! ‘Ow could ye torment the poor gal so?? She accused Kyr mockingly, glancing to Clover in the hopes she’d play along. Why look at the poor doll!! She’s fair withered like a little flower under ye merciless words!! She’ll never recover, the poor thing. Thank goodness for this big strappin’ young man here, wot gettin us henfolk all in order.. Her voice carried loudly - and sardonically - her heavy accent accentuating her dramatic tone.