Neverwinter Forest life is a highway

GERRRROOOOMMINOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Belharra’s voice belted, followed by her streaking form. Belharra had seen Tuvak pass by seconds before, but her form had been obscured. Why was that? Because Belharra, bored and wanting to see more of the forest, had tried to climb a multi-limbed pine fir. She had made it roughly ten feet off the ground before she realized wolves really were best as terrestrial and not arboreal beings - that and, she was finding it harder and harder to find a limb that supported her weight. 

She landed roughly in a snowbank, nearly buried to her head in white. Shaking the powder from her ears she marched over to Tuvak with a grin, sniffing at the ground around him. Rabbits, if she had to guess. OI!! TUBA!! (Nevermind that wasn’t his name.)) What’s ye up to on this fine fine day?