Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

He paused when he sensed another coming up behind him, turning his head to face them even as his ears remained cupped toward the trail. It was another towering behemoth that emerged from the dark of the woods. Catamaran was relieved not to be faced once more with Luhtar.

The bark received a quieter sneeze in return, and — warily — the bounty hunter turned his gaze back toward the trail. Only now, one ear swiveled to track the stranger's location. He seemed friendly enough, but so had plenty of the wolves he'd been made to work with in the past. It paid to be cautious. It paid far more than any benefactor could ever offer him.

Still. Catamaran knew he was making a pariah of himself.

"Catamaran," he offered the next time the trail brought them closer together. He kept his voice low to avoid alerting their prey, but there was something like a smile on his face. If one ignored the still-mean squint of his eyes.