Deepwood Weald Resurrection

If this young male was uncomfortable making eye contact, as that seemed to be the case, then Saviguk wouldn't force it. Instead he would look at his paws, an ear or even his cheek. When he spoke, the words seemed to resonate. They made perfect sense.

He drew a breath. "Believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel." He may be older now, the years of boyish youth behind him. But he remembered them well. "I was your age, when I went through a terrible, traumatic experience."