Neverwinter Forest Must be hard to live in this world, if you believe that.

Belharra hadn't seen much of those irritable forest wolves, which was a plus in her mind. Maybe the recent winds and the blizzard from a few weeks before had forced them to move camp... Or maybe, they'd been frozen into little wolfsicles.

It would serve them right, Belharra thought.

She had stopped hiding her tracks, what with the decline in evident markings she could find. Her own scent was just as permeated in the frost as any other's - she clearly lived here now. Out of spite, of course. If the 'bespeckled git' (her opinion, not the author's) hadn't been such an overwound twit, Belharra would have left weeks ago. But no, he had to get on her bad side.

And now, she had to prove a point.

She was chewing a stick to herself when the snow first began to fall. It was yet another night in the Teekons, where the temperature was falling and all the good snacks had gone away for the night. It seemed Belharra was alone, for now - something she had gotten used to, but not accustomed to, in the months she had left the Island.