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Beneath his furs, his skin rippled with the sensation of being spotted. Maybe well more than that by now. He knew what this looked like and was not afraid to answer for it as innocently as intended.

Soon enough, he was addressed and this made him stop slowly. Passing through, he replied coolly, keeping his head level with his shoulders, and feet squaring out carefully; a subtle note of his preparation, just in case the stranger saw fit to turn teeth on him, or even answer him harshly. He frankly didn't know what Neverwinter would do without some of their lost whelps around to help guide and buffer the situation. Were they agreeable to Moonspearian presence still? Seeing what the rains have done, any herd activity... the dark Ostrega added to cover himself more by giving some purpose behind his lurk without simply saying he was "scouting".

He then skimmed a glance past her to the woods lining the horizon, then curiously back in the next breath. Are you from the forest? he asked, though he didn't dare assume more than that this soon.