Neverwinter Forest the wheld

the forest was alive with the whispers of dawn. sólhárr moved through the towering pines with purpose, his steps steady but not hurried. his breath misted faintly in the cool air, and the familiar weight of anticipation settled in his chest as he sought out @Glaûkos. the sun had not yet risen fully, casting the world in muted tones of grey and gold, the perfect time to hunt.

the hárkonungr’s gaze flicked across the undergrowth, his keen eyes searching for any movement. it wasn’t the prey he was hunting yet—it was the wolf he intended to hunt beside. glaûkoswas somewhere in the forest, likely close enough to hear the faint rustle of sólhárr’s approach if he was paying attention.

he tilted his head back and let out a low, resonant chuff, calling for the man. the sound echoed briefly among the trees before being swallowed by the morning stillness. sólhárr came to a halt, his tail held level, a calm authority radiating from his stance. he waited, listening for the telltale signs of glaûkos drawing near.

It was rare for Glaukos to be caught lazing. It wasn't that he was slacking in his work (although that was the feeling that spiked through him as he heard a call for his attention); it was a moment of reprieve from that same work he coveted, wherein the man had found a section of the forest which could house his burly self, and he had been half-asleep when that sound carried to his ear.

As he roused, it was as if the earth shuddered. There was the creaking of the old log at his flank, mostly. The hoisting of his shoulders up, and the grunt of acknowledgement as the barest sleep was forced away. Summoned as he was, Glaukos need only find Solharr's scent in order to track him.

The man marched, and the forest debris slid from him as dust and snapping twigs. Some of the leaf-litter tangled in his muddied, nested furs. Upon finding Solharr, the soldier would pause and give a huff (mostly to clear some phlegm, but loud enough to alert to his arrival there)—and he then awaited orders.

hárkonungr turned as the sound of glaûkos's arrival reached him, the heavy presence of the man unmistakable even before his phlegmy huff punctuated the air. he took a moment to take in the soldier’s form—sturdy, unyielding, exactly the kind of ally he wanted at his side for what he had planned.

glaûkos, he greeted with a nod, his tone steady and weighted. we hunt stag today. something strong—worthy. his pale eyes held a flicker of anticipation, a challenge unspoken as he motioned toward the dense expanse of the forest. come.