Neverwinter Forest Places far away and we're not you and me, but

Water that burned. Seastorm wasn't sure she liked that idea. The water she knew, cold and salty and vast, was treacherous enough. She made a half-hearted grab for his tail, enticed by the moving target, but if she succeeded she would only catch the fur in her teeth and release it.

Then she moved to sniff his shoulder. She hummed thoughtfully as she mulled his words about healing waters.

Stories, The assassin decided, her muzzle wrinkling as if the word tasted bitter. For control. If she thought these woods held healing waters, Seastorm might have spent forever searching them. But she didn't. She wouldn't. It was nothing more than a lie.