Neverwinter Forest Neptune

For @Luhtar, slightly forward dated, other tag for ref!

The assassin kept undeniably specific hours: she slept only scarcely, only during the brightest hours of the day, while her activity peaked with the night. At dawn and dusk she spent her time prowling, tracking; nothing went on in her corner of the forest without her knowledge. A limited range, but Seastorm intended to expand it each day that she healed.

So far her leg was unchanged. She hadn't expected anything else. More than that, though, something else was slowing her down, distracting her from her larger goals. @Catamaran. More specifically his constant demands for attention — but Seastorm had come to accept this as the terms of their deal, and was slowly turning amenable to it. She still growled and fussed, agitated by the waste of her own time, but largely obliged the bounty hunter when it seemed he was feeling touchy.

All in all it was a sad existence, but less tragic than what she'd lived before. The sting of her pride was still felt. Underneath the stars the assassin slipped away from Catamaran to find a tree to gnaw a little in spite of Solharr's warning. She was more careful now, at least. She didn't leave many marks.