Neverwinter Forest and undignified suffering is firing up again

Lótë had learned he communicated best by body language and tried to keep her verbosity to a minimum, lest she overwhelm the sooty he-wolf. 

She welcomed Makan's presence with a kind smile, allowing him to dip close and attempt to placate her -- though there was no anger to soothe. She bowed playfully to make herself even smaller, her jaw nuzzling against his dark ears to reassure him. 

"You are no captive," the doe wisped to him as she pulled away, straightening and casting a glance about them. 

"I like this place, I come here often. Would you like to explore it with me? Maybe hunt something for the mothers who have little ones?" Some speech simply couldn't be avoided. She smiled sheepishly, apologetic.