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

This behavior was still new and mildly concerning to him, but Catamaran followed the wordless order to descend. Seastorm received a flinty, suspicious glance before he slunk toward the bed to examine the gifts that Callyope had brought. Part of him was pleased, but part of him worried that his little prisoner would forget just who was feeding her, if the pack's matriarch continued to be this kind.

Assuming, of course, that this was truly a kindness. It could be — like Catamaran's actions — just another way to try and keep control.

"Solharr asked after you today," he shared, abruptly deciding to do away with that particular tactic. It would lessen his control over her, but perhaps she would not feel so restless in the forest if she knew that others considered her wellbeing. Not that Catamaran quite saw it that way. He wondered, now, if Solharr had only meant to remind him of the favor that he'd granted, and perhaps warn him that it could be taken away. That she could be taken away.

But perhaps he didn't need to worry about Seastorm placing too much trust in the man or his wife.

"He wanted to be sure I was feeding you enough," he went on, his attention turning back to the woman.