Neverwinter Forest home is when I'm alone with you

The cinnamon wolf watched his daughter leave – the stammer of her voice and the inability to hear him out hurt – but she requested time, and for that, he did not press the matter. His ears slid back to his skull – one good ear, and one half torn. Kaskara’s voice drew his gaze from his retreating girl to give his sister a shake of his muzzle. “You did nothing wrong,” he rumbled, tipping his muzzle in her direction fully now.
 
No, it had been all him that had brought forward that disappointment.
 
Closing the distance between he and his sister, the regal gave her a gentle nudge before he made to lumber off – he would steal away for some quiet time, and to swallow the feeling of guilt that washed over him like a tidal wave.