Neverwinter Forest they're good dogs, brent

This time, when the sun rises within the forest, Mallaidh is up at the same time. She’d fallen asleep earlier in the night as a full stomach while bigger and older wolves kelp their camp safe. It is a surprise her mind allowed her to relax enough to sleep through the night and not feel so weary the next day. Tiredness has seeped too far into her bones to give her a free pass but she stands with relative ease and yawns big and long before she smacks her lips a few times with a draw tongue to boot.
 
The other wolves allowed her her distance and she’s able to wake without drawing too much attention. She watches them idly for a few moment before she eventually backs away and sneaks off through the south side of the forest. She remembers a small stream from the day before and the time alone will give her a chance to sort through the last twenty four hours.
 
Mallaidh takes a deep breath as she finds what she is looking for, dropping down to her elbows and laps several long moments of water until her dry mouth is quenched.