Neverwinter Forest bound for tennessee

It grew darker as they moved deeper into the forest. This never failed to send a shiver down the bounty hunter's spine. He pressed on as if it did not affect him, and intercepted the nod from Rökkur with a bland flicker of his ears. He was not accustomed to receiving praise — especially for something so necessary as bringing down prey — and so the nod did not register as such.

But it was a job well done, and Catarmaran was pleased. He looked the other man over, nose twitching as he tested the air for wolf blood. None, it seemed, had spilled in their hunt.

Thus, his eyes turned back toward the doe's bloody wake.

"This must be a pack of northerners," he commented, one ear swiveling toward Rökkur in wait of his response.