Neverwinter Forest botheration

Ico watched the squirrel for a moment longer, then sighed, but kept about his visage a look of quiet determination. He would not give up. As he turned to sniff out his next attempt, however, the young Theta saw the shadows move. He stopped and straightened up alertly, only to lower his white muzzle in a mix of automatic submission and shyness.

The stranger was tall, tough and rangy, and expressed curiously without making Ico feel like a suspicious presence. I am, sir, he replied a little hesitantly. My name's Ico. Still... still finding my way around here.