Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

hey, the voice cut through the forest, compelling arcturus to stop. if you're going to track someone, you're going to do it smartly. the boy, fully immobilized by behemoth's words, slowly turned around to face the shadowed adolescent. his ears worked uncertainly atop his narrow skull yet he gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt.

arcturus' head tilted to the side as if to communicate behemoth held his attention: now what?