Neverwinter Forest Spare me your remedial incantations.

There was only six of them in these woods. Mother. Inkalorë. Vaïre. Wilwarin.
Mother’s friend. 
He preferred not to think of him.
Then Lómion himself.
Six faces he knew well. This man was not among them.
The boy studied him from the cover of foliage. He was so.. hypnotized by him. The fringes of his scarlet fur glowed in the sunlight that trickled through the trees. It reminded him of the fox pelt he wanted oh so badly. He could not look away.
Wherever the man went, Lómion quietly followed behind.