Neverwinter Forest and I know that when the flood comes, honey,

Brothers and sisters? Catamaran was faintly puzzled by the idea. Brothers and sisters held a tenuously positive connotation for him, but he could not imagine any of his siblings seeking him out for any reason. How would they know to come for him, even if they were inclined to help?

It had been a long time since he'd last seen any of them. He and Coachwhip had traveled together for a time, but eventually, his brother had grown tired of his company. Catamaran did not know where he was now, and when the storm wolf expanded on her own situation, it immediately made more sense. And then, of course, she spoke a familiar name.

"I know this place," he said, lifting a paw out of her reach, only to lower it again so that he could yank away the other. "I hunted with a boy called Dash. Wave that Dashes Skulls Into the Reef. He ran from them."

And they'd caught him. Catamaran had never regretted stepping aside and saving his own life, but today, he found himself making different plans.

"We will need to keep you hidden while you heal," he said.