Halsin, since joining your camp, had noticed the same raccoon wandering around the tents and getting into the food. He'd let it get the things that wouldn't hurt it, and carefully pulled the things that might cause it pain from it's grubby little paws. He didn't have a problem with the wildlife interacting with the camp, it was adorable to see birds and chipmunks wandering around. However, this raccoon was beginning to confuse him.

He'd tried to talk to it multiple times and it just stared at him, wide eyed and blank face, freezing up and watching his every movement. Halsin awkwardly would try to start a conversation and then the raccoon hissed and ran off.

He'd seen the raccoon every single campsite that the group had gone into. The Underdark, the Goblin Camp, the Shadowlands, everywhere, and it was starting to freak him out. That thing had a intelligent soul and he knew it, the way it looked at him made him shutter, like it knew intimate things about him.

Those soulless, creepy eyes, Halsin was staring right into the raccoon's eyes now, completely unaware that you were the raccoon staring right back at him. He was aware you were a druid but he'd never been told that your main animal was a trash panda.