Neverwinter Forest ctrl+a; backspace; begin again

She questioned him again, and the large wolf lifted his brows in silent surprise – a thrall? It was a term he found used little, but from his early years of war and battle, he was certainly familiar with it. “No, we do not keep slaves in the forest,” he rumbled, his memory drifting back to Star, the tiny little wolf from his pack, Swiftcurrent Creek, who had been kept as a slave for Blackfeather Woods.
 
He did not wish to repeat those days.
 
“We’ve no use for him here – he is better left to you, who can care for him properly. It is not my kindness that should be thanked,” he murmured, his muzzle giving a light tip to the exotic creature. He wondered then if the healer was familiar of the angelic ghost-like girl his mate had come across – the one who she told him had saved their litter. These were tales he had chalked up to her imagination, but now, witnessing the she-wolf before him, he wondered if there were a myriad of healers that lived somewhere nearby.
 
“Do you need help moving him?”