[The great cat purred at Watts' touch and seemed content enough to stay there.

Drizzt, meanwhile, took a knee to greet pretzel, allowing the hound to familiarize himself with himself with the elf's scent while he offered the animal pets.]

You, my little friend, will be a great hunter one day, I swear it.

[Drizzt decides to take the lolling tongue as approval at his words with a smile.] It's true! You have my word.