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

Watching the turkeys wasn't turning out as exciting as Belharra had hoped. So far it looked like they only had two moves - weird neck-twisty thing, and wing-flapping. Deciding it would be in her best interest to snatch one of the featherbrained boys while they were preoccupied with each other, Belharra hunkered down and prepared to strike.

A sing-song voice passed through the little weald, sending her boys (and breakfast) packing. Belharra straightened up crossly, wondering if that had been deliberate sabotage on the singer's behalf. When he came into view, Belharra guessed he hadn't noticed them. He didn't look too aggressive today, all things considered, so Belharra eyed him with a fair bit of merry mischief. "Why ye's got a voice that could chase brekky right out from stommich, so ye do." She flashed him one of those millionaire smiles, followed by a cheeky wink. "I heard my friend's shacked up in these woods with ye - hope ye've been treatin' her right."