Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Luhtar gave a small nod of acknowledgment as the name settled between them. “Catamaran,” he repeated, the syllables rolling off his tongue with care, as though tasting their weight. His head tilted slightly, and a faint flick of his tail accompanied his next words. “A strong name.”

When Catamaran agreed to join him, Luhtar offered no objection, merely turning and setting off along the patrol path. There was a quiet curiosity about him, the subtle way his gaze flicked toward the other male now and again, but his focus remained largely on the task at hand. He moved with a steady rhythm, weaving from tree to tree, dutiful in reinforcing the borders. His broad paws crushed leaves and branches underfoot as he worked, leaving a long and thick trail of his scent.

The question came unexpectedly, breaking the quiet hum of their walk. Luhtar’s ears twitched, a subtle signal that he’d heard, though he didn’t answer immediately. He paused near a tree, lifting his leg to mark it before letting his gaze drift to Catamaran.

“Sólhárr,” he began, his voice low and measured. He turned back to their path, speaking as he walked. “We come from the same cluster of clans to the North. I was just a boy when I first heard his name—they told stories of a great, young Chief in Vetrfjörðr.”

His tone carried a note of quiet pride, the kind reserved for a figure larger than life. “He would come to feast with my father. Sólhárr was always strong. Always bold. We called him the Burning One. He was legend, even in youth.”

Luhtar’s gaze turned forward, his words softening as he continued. “I follow him because he is my leader. A leader I trust. I will follow to the death, if needed.”

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