Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

When the boy took off, Behemoth let out a deep bark. Hey. He said sharply. If you're going to track someone, you're going to do it smartly. If the words weren't enough to stop the boy, Behemoth was more than ready to try and wedge himself in front of them. He had never been against using force to get his point across.

The ebony teen was all about a bit of mayhem he was not about to play the mayhem game stupidly. Behemoth would eye down the younger boy (who...looked a lot like himself) to make sure his words sunk in.