Neverwinter Forest doesn't matter anymore if what we say is true

whatever turmoil he's feeling: a lot of big changes that kivaluk was grown enough to handle and deal with in a mature manner ( he needs to remind himself of this ) ... it's not the stranger's fault.

his inability to confront his own issues and bury them beneath his goals was not working as it had when he'd been a child. he was a man grown now.

guilt sets in as his inner monologue scolds him.

kivaluk, of moonglow. he offers; followed by a small pause and a soft sigh. i apologize for coming off as i did.

he feels only worse when she tells him she means no trouble and he takes note of her raised hackles.

are you from around here? he asks, a bit awkwardly after the tense initial greeting(s); latching onto the fact that her scent is wholly unfamiliar to him and trying to make an effort to prove he wasn't a total boar.