Neverwinter Forest and undignified suffering is firing up again

No captive.

But it was hard to shake off such a feeling, when Makan had always been one. An outcast, a loner, a prisoner. Not in that order.

He was still learning plenty from Lótë, each day was something new — both about her and himself.

She asked to explore. To hunt. Something for the mothers. He had not intended to bring something back for the new mothers. In fact, he tried not to think about them too much. Mothers were full of teeth ready to bite.

Perhaps Lótë would take it to them and he could be left out of deeper family affairs. Not yet ready to face that many.

He nodded softly. Rounded her and rubbed himself against her the whole way, mingling their scents further.