Neverwinter Forest A Thief in the Night

"True," Wraen nodded in agreement. Even if Moonspearans were a box of chocolate candies you would never find one with a sweet filling. But, what would be life without contrasts and complexities. From a storyteller's point of view, it was good to have such neighbours and enjoy the chance to watch them the same way first colonists observed the strange rituals of natives in the Amazonian jungle.

Mal's history was like a puzzle - half-scrambled, half-put together. For him the image was crystal clear, Wraen could not piece the whole tale together, but she respected the young man's rights not to pour his heart out to a complete stranger and did not press for more details. Bracken Sanctuary was not a familiar name and, if the boy had moved away, while young, it was just as possible that the pack no longer existed. 

"That's totally fine. You are a grown up person and I feel that you have great plans for your future," she told him. "Do not let any nuisances or moose hides deter you," she gave another sincere stroke for his ego.