Neverwinter Forest well, I won't make it out alive

It was easier for him to sense when he'd earned the favor of a woman than a man. Perhaps only because this had happened more often. It did not lead him to relax in her presence, however. Instead, he allowed more of his senses to open, as if a smile had given him leave to assess her.

And though, this time, he truly tried, he still could not gentle the mean slit of his eyes.

"Storm Rising on the Eastern Sea," he said. Without his permission, a tiny thread of reverence worked its way into his voice. When he heard it, he thoroughly exorcised it before speaking again: "Seastorm. She is from a pack called Glass Cove. They give strange names, there." And they kidnap children. She was probably kidnapped.

Something urged him to say so. He trusted women to protect each other more than he trusted men to take pity on them. For now, however, he held his tongue. He was still not sure about this Callyope.

"Just the pelts?" he asked, seeking clarification. He would bring her kills directly, if she asked, but he was almost certain that was not what she desired.