Neverwinter Forest chasing something that feels like I should

His fur stood up in alarm when he caught her scent; he was not ready for her to see what he had found. He thought he wasn't, anyway, for all of a moment before a quiet sort of peace overtook him. What did he have to be afraid of? What would be would be, and ignorance was not a bliss so much as it was a plague on his dreams. He would rather know what her thoughts were.

He slowed, his ears swiveling toward the sound of her swift steps. His tail wheeled when he imagined she'd been in a hurry to see him.

"I'm always hunting," he agreed, his blue eyes tracing her statuesque figure. He wanted to gaze at her longer, but he made himself meet her eyes — and found himself at once lost in them, a smile growing unconsciously on his face.

He gestured to the rumpled bundle at his paws.

"This fur is for you," he told her of the ramskin. And then, more shyly: "And I have something else. Would you like to see?"