Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Brows scrunching up in mild confusion at the girl's sudden exit, he brushed it off at nothing more than a troublesome child. She would crawl back to her home, with her parents, where she belonged. He doubted she would stay away, but that was none of his business.

What confused him most was this Forneskjan males odd sensitivity towards her. His nose twitched, taking a quick whiff of Catamaran before he settled his eyes onto the pale furred, lanky sailor. He glared back at Luhtar with eyes of fire, causing his own to narrow slightly.

Had Luhtar done something to offend?

“Diplómatía…” — Diplomacy. He repeated, accent thick, the word coming slower than the others. “Ég sagði enga lygi. Hún…” — I didn't tell a lie. She... His yellow eyes flicked briefly to where Kinusi had disappeared. “Hún kom hingað. Ekki ég við hana.” — She came here. Not us to her. His tail flicked once behind him, a gesture more contemplative than defensive, as if he was sorting through the unfamiliar tension.

Luhtar wasn’t blind to Catamaran’s concern, nor did he dismiss it. He just didn't care for the child's comings and goings as he, clearly, did.

He shrugged then, not bothering to wait for Catamaran's reply. He had to finish patrolling so that he could fill his belly with a delicious meal. Venison sounded delicious, he thought to himself as he trudged past the wolf. He offered him a flick of his tail upon the shoulder in goodbye.