Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

arcturus nodded furiously at behemoth's question, his gaze flicking back to the patch he had discovered that trailed hydra's scent. he wanted to blurt my sisters! but his tongue failed him. instead, he wandered back towards the scent and nosed it a few times meaningfully as if to say it was important to him -- and it was important to him.

it was beyond his control whether or not behemoth understood him - he couldn't be the first oddball behemoth had run across, right?