Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Luhtar paused mid-step, his ears flicking back at the sound of the male’s voice calling after him. He turned his head, yellow eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the other wolf. The tension in the air was obvious, the sharpness in the brute’s gaze and the way he held himself too still to be anything but restrained.

Anger was nothing new to him, and he assumed, perhaps carelessly, that the male simply had a temper to wrestle with.

“Luhtar,” he said simply, his voice steady and rough-edged. He let his gaze slide over the other tall male, taking in the broad shoulders and the tightly coiled restraint in his posture. For a moment, he debated leaving it there, letting the encounter drift into silence. But something about the stranger—his composure, despite the anger—made Luhtar pause.

“I was wrapping up a patrol,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “You may join me. If you want.”

The offer was hesitant, his tail giving a subtle flick as he waited for a response. He wasn’t sure why he’d made it, but there was a curiosity he couldn’t quite shake. Better to know this wolf now than wonder later what his intentions were.