Neverwinter Forest leap of faith

No, it wasn't much to go on. It had been enough for Aningan, but evidently wasn't as detailed as what this person wanted out of him; Tuvak was resigned to stay silent about it, but the more he listened the more taken he became by the swarthy wolf's own tale. He did not know what a shark was, did not understand what a pack of hungry lions looked like (he envisioned wolves, as that was the only predator he knew of, but why use a different name for them--), and soon was scowling.

It sounded like this wolf carried on quite a life. Tuvak didn't have the focus nor the smarts to doubt anything he heard, but he also wasn't astute enough to recognize how transparent his own lies could so easily become. He listened intently, his eyes widening with each new tidbit of information, but his expression remaining stony and cold, as if none of this was really news - as if maybe he had experienced the same things, being a northerner.

All he knew about the north came from his mother, and from Aningan. It wasn't much. He presumed (rightly) that it was cold a lot of the time, so the image in his mind of this scraggly wolf riding on whatever-a-shark-was, breaching open ocean to find solace on the mainland, sounded ridiculous. Sharks don't scare me, he remarked with a puff of his chest. Get 'em out of the water and then they're fat blobs, anyone can take one down. Mentally he was picturing a large seal, since that's the only extant form of life he had ever seen beyond the terrestrial deer and elk; was that a shark? To this idiot, yes.

You're an adventurer, then? A pirate or somethin'? He moseyed the conversation on, hoping to gloss over his dumpster fire of a fib, and mirrored the dark wolf's smirk back to them. Me too. Got no idea where I'm going though.