Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

behemoth's a creep

He had planned on rounding back to the Hinterlands by now but it seemed his wandering paws had other plans. He let them lead while his head was empty. No plans, no thoughts, nothing but instinct. He ate when he needed to and slept when he needed to. Company was too easy to come back but he welcomed it nonetheless. Some was good and some, of course, was bad.

The ebony male could only hope that the swarthy figure he spotted would prove to be an interesting interaction. Good or bad. For now though he crept after them from the sideline's shadows. His pale eyes watched with ease.