Neverwinter Forest they're good dogs, brent

 The titan feels sympathy for the man, of course, but mostly he feels uncomfortable. He shifts his weight between massive paws, making note of where the grey-furred fellow points to as his home. There is obviously some deeper story here - kids, he said - but he is not a curious man by nature and has little desire to pry. "I will," he says graciously instead, and then pauses. He is not quite sure if it is .. appropriate, to mention their own search. On the one hand: if the male is going to be combing the area, an extra set of eyes wouldn't hurt. On the other: he is unsure if it is his place to disclose the purpose of their trip.

Ah, well. He makes a call. "We are searching for someone as well," Étoille hedges, "a small red-furred she-wolf." It is not a lot to go on but it is distinct enough, he wagers, and it is what he has been given. He doesn't actually know much about Wildfire beyond her name and appearance. But he does not really feel he needs more. Satisfied with his description, he gives the man an expectant look.