Ravensblood Forest you walk in your shadow

The question startles him to a halt, drawing his gaze from the blood-red streaks on the trees as he turns to Kratos. He... helped me after some wolves attacked me, He says after a moment, purposefully vague. He doesn't like the idea of Kratos knowing about his experiences with trespassing; the humiliation of it all is far from faded. Why? Suspicion clouds his thoughts, though he knows it's a fairly reasonable question to ask. Something about the suddenness of it unsettles him a little, though.