Neverwinter Forest how light

He did not know the mama nor her mate, but knew that lingering around the den — a stranger and a male — would be unwelcome, especially when the children were still so small. His visits were brief, only dropping off food to the mother so she could spend her time with her pups and keep her milk stores high. This time was no different, though he was less than pleased with his offering — a small rabbit, perhaps a leveret, slightly lame from some accident. It was dark, much later than he was used to. As he arrived he could hear a voice murmuring something, what snippets he gleaned he barely understood. He knew immediately who the speaker was — for the only adult who had stayed here the longest was the mother. He chuffed to her through the rabbit swinging from his jaws, his head low and tail tucked.