Neverwinter Forest (cloud) come shove it, shove it, shove it

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It was a bobcat — he hadn't recognized the scent until he found its scat, and then the memories all came back to him. He'd hunted just one in the past, not because it'd been causing trouble, but because their pelts were worth a lot of meals to the right people.

He hadn't ended up killing it. He didn't think they'd have to kill this one, either, but he thought it best to see it removed before whelping season began.

The trail led him deeper into the woodland than he'd usually go. It kept disappearing and picking up several yards away — going up trees and traveling through the canopies, he'd realized. And it was during one of these disappearances that his ears swiveled toward the sound of a familiar voice. And there, up ahead, was an unusual glow.

Abandoning the trail, Catamaran trotted off to see the sunlight.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, bemused and just a little put off by the scene. But he liked Rokkur, and he wondered if, perhaps, the man just needed to get out and hunt a little more.