Neverwinter Forest an effervescing elephant

the voice, and its accompanying owner, was a little like salt in a wound. cam watched somewhat grumpily as the man tucked into the fish—a huge catch. he was undoubtedly envious, but decided to address the strange words instead.

sing to them? he asked, cocking a brow. it sounded ridiculous, even to a young man who liked to dabble in the absurd. like. . .sing to them? 

how would singing to a fish help? he had been taught to remain quiet, to let the fish come unawares to him. singing seemed counterproductive. but this wolf—neverwinter by his scent, though cam had only seen him in passing—clearly was successful in his efforts. 

if he was singing to the fish, and they were leaping into his mouth, cam wanted to know his secret.