Neverwinter Forest cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles

It had seemed like a good enough idea this morning to go wandering around out in the snow, but after hours of enduring the relentless downpour of giant, soppy precipitation Dash was ready to mail it in for the day. He hurried on toward the protective bows of the Neverwinter Forest, which by the way had turned out to be a massively overambitious name for the place. It should have been named the Slighty-Less-Winter Forest in Dash's opinion, but funny enough nobody had ever asked him for his two cents. 

As Dash approached the outskirts of the forest, he couldn't help but notice that there was a particularly pretty stranger sniffing at the somewhat meager border the Coterie had managed to lay. Dash emitted a chipper bark, hoping to gain her attention. With a friendly flourish of his tail, he called out, "C'mon, get in here before ya freeze your tail off!" He nodded his head toward a small opening in the trees that was almost imperceptible unless you already knew it existed. He gave one more encouraging bark and disappeared into the forest, hoping the girl would accept the invitation and follow.