Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Before he could find his quarry, the bounty hunter ran into someone who was decidedly not part of their cohort. She was wreathed instead in the cologne of another pack; one that was not adjacent to their own, as far as he knew. But she was speaking of moon wolves as if she was not one of them, and so he assumed that this boogeyman was an adversary to them both.

And she, very near to the borders, represented some small amount of threat herself. His reluctance to simply drive her off and be done with it was twofold: First, he was sure she had larger wolves caring for her that would not appreciate him bearing her teeth at her. Second, he wanted to hear more about this supposed threat.

Still. He regarded her a moment longer in silence, weighing his work ethic against a strong desire to quit the interloper's company at once. He had a bad track record when it came to polite conversation with young girls.

"I'm just walkin'," he replied, though he wasn't anymore. He took a step closer, just to see if she would quail. Made no effort to erase the mean look in his eyes, though he had no plans to harm her at this point in time. "If some moon wolves got a problem with that, I'm sure they'll let me know."

Coral eyes traced her young face, committing it to memory.

"What're you doing, little girl?" he asked, returning her own question in similar — but undeniably more threatening — dressing to her own.