Neverwinter Forest Chianti

"I am very sorry, I did not," Wraen replied, feeling sympathetic to Mal, who - she assumed - had lost his own child or someone closely related to him. "But I can keep a look-out just in case," she offered, though she knew that it was highly unlikely that she would ever happen to meet the kid. "What's the name and how long has he or she been gone?" she inquired. 

The problem with descriptions of an individual wolf was that... wolves looked similar to one another and no matter, how creative and colourful you were in drawing a mental picture of, what the assaulter looked like, there was a high probability that you would come across ten other wolves, who fit that image too. Therefore Wraen nodded, as she memorized the bits and pieces of information she was given and hoped that she would never cross paths with that creep at all. 

"Wow, much has changed, since I was last here. Here I thought that I could camp out in the mountains during the next phase of my travels. I once helped form and lead a pack there," she told about Sunspire and now decided to change the course of her journey. It was not worth it, if there was a den of criminals roaming there. She did not wish to risk anyone's life. 
"What about Moonspear - has this pack been giving you any trouble lately?" Wraen asked.