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

Perhaps sensing his weariness, Seastorm lingered. Her attention eventually drifted, as it often did, but the assassin remained remarkably still for a time. She only watched the happenings of the forest with ears tall, eyes bright and alert, tail held semi-upright.

It called to her, of course. Seastorm only stayed as long as Catamaran remained conscious. The moment she sensed him starting to drift away, she slipped off in silence; he would wake alone. But she left him a gift — a single bright red feather by his paws.