Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

He had not been ignored so far upon his interactions in this land. Usually he was regarded with words or actions. Everything ranging from questions to an almost instantaneous scuffle. This one merely eyed him though before going about whatever he had originally been doing. Behemoth could not tell if he was interested or bored. Perhaps he was teetering between the two of them.

Without saying much, Behemoth instead fell alongside the boy and sniffed around himself. Although he had a strong feeling they might be looking for different things. Unless this boy also wanted a meal.