Neverwinter Forest how light

Sometimes, Miriam could smell another prescense lingering around her den. She knew it wasn't Mal, or any of the other children, but she couldn't catch him in time. Her pups, asleep and nestled beside her, peacefully undisturbed. If she was careful enough, her movements would smoothly slide away from the two, as she prawled toward the entrance of the den.

"Who... Are you?" Ghostly eyes peaked out in wonder, to the thankful stranger that would leave her dinner on occassions.