Neverwinter Forest Things of consequence rarely happen by accident.

Belharra returned to her den with the pelt of a ram. She had managed to eat well for once thanks to the help of a few strangers on the road.  It was a shame @asmodeus had not been there to see her squabble over the strangers with who got the high honors of ram tongue.

In the end, she had won. What could be expected otherwise?

Belharra placed the ram's pelt by the entrance of her den, and then walked around the fallen log's entrance. 

No signs of recent disturbance. The fen she had picked was hidden away from most of the forest, away from those pesty kids that insisted they owned an entire territory. So far no one had discovered her, not that Belharra was expecting visitors. Living in a hole on the side of a mountain had its perks... one of which was isolation.

After a few more laps around the knoll Belharra returned to the den. No sign of @Vallkyrie or @Tuvak either. Stretching luxuriously on the pine floor, Belharra slipped into her home and muttered "oh, how I missed ye, ye mumbling cave." The cave responded with the distant clinking of a subterranean stream. Belharra listened and crossed her paws with a smile. She tugged the ram pelt over her shoulders and began to hum, feeling her eyelids grow heavy.