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

Seastorm wondered at first, when Catamaran started for their bed, if he'd caught on to her game — but then he kept talking, and she realized he hadn't. Again his words went ignored. She didn't care for Sólhárr or any of the others in the forest, though she tried to look somewhat attentive as she trailed him to their bed.

She brushed her flank alongside his, though the motion wasn't so smooth as she would have liked. Seastorm hid her wince when her broken foreleg dipped and her paw brushed the ground. Rather than let Catamaran see her pain, she pressed her muzzle into the fur where his neck and shoulder met, again seeking to push that invisible boundary she sensed him stumbling against. Her own sort of control, perhaps, if she could only puzzle it out.