Neverwinter Forest wash me clean off the land

for @Solharr; other tags for reference.

Thus far, the forest had proved safe enough. A few of the wolves he'd met had made him wary or frustrated, and he was still suffering misgivings about the purported holiness of the trees — but those were features, not flaws. Features he did not enjoy... but still not inherently incompatible with his continued existence here.

Regardless of his feelings, he still worked hard. He spent most of his time stalking the borderlands, or else poking his nose into the caches to be sure the pack was kept fed. He hunted often, both to keep himself and Seastorm fed and to provide for the pack. When he wanted to take down bigger prey, his preferred hunting partner was @Rokkur.

Today, like most days, the bounty hunter was feeling restless. There was little in the way of excitement in the packlands, and annoying Seastorm could only take up so much of his time. Not because it ceased to entertain him, but because he could forever sense her patience wearing thin. He left her to her destructive devices and set off intending to do another patrol. Perhaps he'd run into something else that would snarl at him — something he could sink his teeth into without regrets.

Before that, however, he came across the scent of the hárkonungr. He changed directions to seek the man without much thought, giving a low bark to alert the man to his presence as he drew nearer.