Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Luhtar’s ears twitched at Catamaran’s explanation, and his brow furrowed slightly. A bounty hunter wasn’t something he’d heard of often, and it sat oddly in his mind. A wolf that hunted others not for survival, but for… what? Some sense of justice? A living? He shook his head slightly, not fully understanding, though it didn’t stop him from speaking.

“A hunter, then. Of wolves, or prey?” Luhtar asked, his tone blunt. He didn’t mean it as an accusation—his curiosity outweighed any judgment. “Or both?”

The idea of wolves turning on their own kind unsettled him, though he wasn’t naive enough to believe it never happened. Packs clashed, and loners were sometimes forced into desperate acts. But to make it a trade, something deliberate? That was something else entirely.

“And now you stay here,” he added, glancing sidelong at Catamaran. His yellow eyes flicked over the other wolf’s frame, as though sizing him up again. “Not hunting wolves now. Keeping land safe. That’s... new, no?” There was a hint of dry humor in his voice, but it was muted, almost cautious.

“You think you’ll last?” Luhtar asked finally, his voice lightening as he shot Catamaran a sidelong glance, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "The winter?"