Neverwinter Forest Piscean

Her suspicion was surely warranted. Catamaran was not surprised by sharpness of her eyes even as she agreed. Like her, he was busy eyeing her back, measuring whether or not he could expect her to keep up her end of the (unspoken) bargain. As it was, he stood to loose very little.

"Come here," he said, taking a step back to indicate that they were moving on. He led her at a quick clip around the outskirts of the territory, to a little hollow where he often made his bed. There was a shallow bowl scraped out in the earth, padded at the bottom with pine boughs and plucked rabbit fur. The latter had been largely unintentional, but it was with that detail in mind that he'd brought her to this sleeping place instead of another.

"If anyone comes by, you tell 'em Catamaran brought you here," he instructed. "I'm going to talk to the pack leader. I'll bring something back for you."

And she would be here, waiting for him.

The bounty hunter stared at her for a moment longer before stepping purposefully forward. His stance was not aggressive, but he was quick to snip and grumble at signs of resistance. His goal, however, was only to wallow on her until their scents had mixed. Then, once her wore her on his skin, he stepped away once more.

"Wait here," he said.

And he set off, striding purposefully toward the territory's interior.