Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

His focus on the girl was such that he did not sense the approach of another until he was near enough for his pawsteps to echo. The bounty hunter cupped an ear in his direction, his heart rate increasing just a fraction. He was protective of the girl. Perhaps he was possessive. But he resisted the urge to step in front of her and hide her from view.

The man who came to them was not one that Catamaran had seen before. His scent, however, was present amongst Solharr's, and so he was obliged to be polite. As polite as he was capable of being. He was relieved, then, when it seemed that his manners would not be too far below standards, here.

"A young emissary from Moonspear," the bounty hunter explained, his posture carefully neutral, but his eyes still narrow and harsh. Inwardly, he was just a little afraid, too. Not for himself, but for the plucky young wolf at their borders. There were places in the world where women were expected to bow to men — a concept that'd wholly disturbed him when it had first become known.

Was this one of them?