Neverwinter Forest chrysanthemum

"Well, I liked the story very much," she assured him, a small smile forming on her maw as she scanned the larger wolf over. It was clear that the words had meant a lot to him. "My family used to tell us stories, about the Gods of Old. I was never a firm believer in them, and I kind of wish I'd paid closer attention to the stories." It was something she'd never really talked about - or thought much about, really - in the past. 

She paused for a moment, before speaking again. "Do you miss your family?" she inquired, tipping her head to the side.