Neverwinter Forest can you ever really know?

I would just like to say, I have a cat named Clover. A ditsy, sweet little thing. Your charrie already reminds me of her. <3

 

Their newly pack-pup is hushed then (as he should be) and so Vallkyrie's icy gaze no longer turns to him. It was like Mal to bring in more young mouths to feed, to teach, to train... Either way as long as they could be formed into making good use of themselves then it would all work out fine. So long as the boy doesnt get too many 'bright' ideas into challenging his Alpha for a piece of tail. 

She then nudged into Belharra with a smile, her blackened muzzle tossing over her shoulder to look over at Mal as she did so. I can be quite proper, thank you. She spoke in protest and huffed. Why, if her family saw her now the lot of them would turn up their noses. Kyr very much knew how to act amongst those with a more hardened, serious shell and thus knew how to represent herself and her pack beyond the borders. Here? She found herself too comfortable in Mal and Belharra's (who brought out in her the worst..or best?) presence. 

And then... Mal flat out called Atausiq out on how he had been reacting to the distracting scent of Clover. Kyr's head lifted, mouth forming in a 'O' shape as she quickly looked between them all. Oh shit, BURN! And then, DAAAAYYYUUUMMMM! Yup. That was her Alpha right there. The one and only. 

Taking note of the girl's ears falling, eyes averted as the youth was being told off for his antics (serves him right for his lack of respect) Kyr pulls away from her BFF's side to come closer to Clover and offer her a touch to her nape with her nose. Come along into the forest now near dear girl, Belharra and I will get you something to eat and fix you right up in here.