Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

@Eydis and/or @Luhtar and/or @Y'var'la pls come play

The bounty hunter was diligent as ever, pleased enough to have something with which to occupy himself. Border marking was not his usual work, but it was not unfamiliar to him. It brought to mind the long patrols that his grandmother used to bring him on — which was not ideal, really, but Catamaran bore the indignity with his usual stoicism.

Aside from adding to the legitimacy of their claim, it helped him familiarize himself with who belonged here and who did not. The age range veered toward younger members, he thought, with none seeming much older than the hárkonungr himself. This seemed like a grave oversight to the erstwhile seadog, who had seen many packs rise and fall in his travels. The most long-lived usually had elders among them.

But that was none of his business, really.

Slinking pantherine through the underbrush, he came across the fresh scent of what he hoped was one of his packmates. Without much thought, he turned to follow it, stalking along the trail. His own coat was mantled with the scent of the hárkonungr; he hoped this would be enough to prove that he was — well.

Let's call it friendly.