Neverwinter Forest Ruthlessness is Mercy upon ourselves

The stranger did not attack, but the threat was evident. He straightened himself up, taking his turn to speak. I've come to search for my daughter. He stated, straight to the point. There was no reason to skip around things. She's young, pale fur saddled only a bit lighter than my own.

His eyes searched the other's, looking for a sign of recognition. Anything. If there was a pack forming here, I thought she may have come.

He needed to bring her home quickly, or recognize that she had settled somewhere safe. Before something happened, before she got herself into trouble.