Neverwinter Forest don't look ahead, there's stormy weather

There was a lot of sorrow in that single word. Meerkat liked to think she'd always been a sympathetic sort, though now she was capable of much more: empathy. She only nodded when the she-wolf began to dig at the snow, pushing herself upright. She still felt a little woozy, though she crept carefully from within the collapsed drift.

Shaking out her fur and wincing a little as the windchill bit into her bones, Meerkat said, "Thank you," and then, "This is Neverwinter Forest, right? What's your name? I'm Meerkat, from Firefly Glen."