Neverwinter Forest moon spirits

Keyni,

He rumbled warmly, committed it to the rough pattern of his tongue.

Makan, Croaked in return, blue eyes turned towards their path. He would have preferred to continue on in silence. To walk until he could no more and return back to the grasp of slumber.

Instead they found somewhere to settle together. Her question rough against his brain. His brows pinched sharply, position sphinx-like.

No trouble. He told her, tense and aloof for it. Why ask?