Neverwinter Forest they're coming to take me away, ho-ho! hee-hee, ha-haaa!

maybe?

 

plip. plop. plip. plop. nüwu lay under some thick tangled tree root that rose enough from the ground to create a little room where the trunk hollowed out.

Her muzzle alone stuck out into the drizzle, breathing in the feeling of the world, cool water dappling her snout not unlike her own pale freckles.