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

Things had burned out conversationally indeed. Belharra wasn't a mind-reader, but anyone who had spent time with Mal would probably feel the way she did - that their every action/detail was being mentally dissected and pooped all over.

She shrugged her shoulders. She was never one to beg for company - especially company that thought less of her than the dirt under his pawpads. "See ya!" Belharra parroted effortlessly in his cheery accent. 

Wonder what Kyr was up to..? Belharra didn't wait for pleasant goodbyes. She sauntered off sniffing out where Kyr had gone off to.