Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

His ears twitched.

"Mist," he reminded her, as if she had forgotten. He did not like big guy nearly so much.

The way that he watched it, it was clear that something about her was bewildering to the bounty hunter. If she cared to look closely, however, she might find something almost hungry in the way that his eyes tracked her movements. The tap-tap-tap of her paw was a gesture with purposes unknown to him. She was animated; frenetic instead of the hardbitten economy of motion he'd learned at the bay.

His paws itched. He wanted to mirror the behavior, but he kept himself still and listened.

Kinusi was one of the moon wolves. This displeased him, but he turned away from the fleeting emotion. He learned also that they were likely surrounded by the moon wolves, and that it was likely this Moontide that his father resided in. And her own was at Moonspear.

Moonspear. He liked that name, too.

"Forneskja is young," he said, failing to comment on the information she'd provided. Straight to the point. Payment where payment was due. "The leader is called Solharr. He is a man of the north. He has a wife. She commands a sacred space in the forest where no man may walk." In truth, he knew precious little about the pack he had, ostensibly, joined. He felt little desire to know more, except that he would have liked to have more to share with Kinusi. "He values honor, strength, and tradition."

His opinion of the man was yet unformed. He did not believe these qualities were either positive or negative, and he was not fully convinced that he believed all that Solharr had said. But he had, thus far, been easy enough to work with.

"Would you like to meet him?" he asked.