Neverwinter Forest Don't know what's inside of me

Midar walked the borders of the forest, marking trees and rocks as he passed and keeping an eye out for any wolves that might make the mistake of wandering too close. His wounds were healing well thanks to Alarian, even the deep one on his neck, leaving only a mess of scabs over red, tender skin. As he walked, his mind replayed the vivid memory he had that day in the grove with his lover. Midar still had no idea what any of it meant, and he continued to become more and more frustrated by that fact. He could still see every aspect of the memory in detail and even though he had clearly seen himself praying or whatever it was he was doing under the red moon, he still didn't actually feel like he had done any of that; the memory always played like he was watching some other large, violet-eyed wolf sitting in front of some kind of shrine saying some words that seemed important for some reason he could remember. 

He wondered if @Damien would have any answers for him. He hadn't explained the memory to anyone yet, but he would be willing to tell some of it to the man that was his family in some way, especially if he could shed some kind of light on what exactly was going on. The beast hoped maybe he would run into the other man while out patrolling but would otherwise seek him out once he was done.