Neverwinter Forest On some level, food knows its' food.

Having Mal on her doorstep wasn't how Belharra imagined her morning would go. Having Mal give her an option seemed even more bizarre. Who was this Mal? Had he hit his head recently? Belharra's gaze squinted as she inspected his scalp. Free and clean of blemishes.

Hmm.

Maybe he had come to his senses and learned Belharra was A. fun to be around and B. a great conversationalist and C. awesome to have as a pack member? She would take any of those options, pass GO, collect $200. It sure beat the alternative: be thrown to the wolves.

"Ye've grown." Belharra remarked, her spindly chest puffing. "No doubt some o' my good sense has rubbed off on ye." Belharra could let bygones be bygones - and even be a good pack member... provided one condition was met. "So, if I stay here, I become part of ye pack - alongside my merry friend.. Is this her doing?" Belharra had her (bemused) suspicions, but continued. "I'll accept on one condition - which I'll get to, eventually. Are ye the only big chief in this pack?"