Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

all these questions. arcturus seemed to fumble, his brow pulled down. are they skilled enough to spot you? arcturus nodded in affirmation then; while the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, no works worked from his mouth. his tongue was not his to command, and he roughly groaned before returning to the patch that bore hydra's scent.

"sister-" he finally managed, quiet and mousy and barely heard over the thrumming dark. it didn't matter if behemoth heard; he had already considered his conversation with the male was a lost cause and had turned back down the trail at a slow walk.

arcturus lingered a little longer - but after finding nothing, he parted from behemoth's company and headed for home.