Neverwinter Forest leap of faith

He wasn't oblivious to the sounds in the forest, but deemed them unimportant - until a dark shape careened out of them, and the closer they got the more Tuvak could understand. They sounded like they were humming or something. A bundle of bloody fur hung from their face and obscured his view of their face, which put him a little bit on-edge, at least until they dropped it and called out with a boorish, OI!

The stranger wasn't immediately at his throat or anything, so that was a good sign. Tuvak watched them; stealing glances at first, but then staring outright, as if he had just discovered some mythical cryptid. He could not tell if they were male or female by looking at them - their body was evenly proportioned (if a bit leggy), while their coat was wild and ragged, but not unappealing exactly. His ears pivoted forward to listen to them and he was already shaking his head by the middle of the offered description.

Haven't seen anyone, he murmurs. Soon enough his eyes are drawn to the limp shape of the otter paw, affixing upon it without meaning to. He gives a little shrug of his shoulders as he adds, sorry.