Neverwinter Forest leap of faith

Belharra patiently waited as the boy processed all that was going on. She understood. She was a Big Personality, with a Capital P. Even wolves many years his senior and way less wet behind the ears often had difficulty getting a handle on her eccentricities. Belharra was past the point of apologizing for her Belharran Way. She was, at the very least, a fully genuine person. 

Which was far more than one could say for many others. 

While the paw cracked and crunches beneath the boy’s hungry teeth, Belharra set to scanning the vicinity. She had lived in the forest for months now, and was always on edge given how downright inhospitable some were wont to be. She waited until the boy’s mouth was no longer full before speaking. Tuvak, where are ye from?