Neverwinter Forest totem

when she was not filling her head with girlish thoughts of @Luhtar — she put herself to work.

after very briefly meeting Seiðkona, she was sent off with a task. unfortunately it was not one of her favorites but she would do it with a shining pride anyway. a boar pelt that had surely seen some kind of medical use was given to her. she was to take it to the water and wash it. the spiritual woman would take it from there after.

some part of ylva wondered if this was a test. whispers heard of a woman's circle!

perhaps that was why she dared to make sure she looked nice, too, while she worked. she had groomed herself and she had draped the boar pelt over her narrow shoulders so that her teeth would not tatter it.

her course was set for the whispering pools and her stride was confident as she went.

a recent member of forneskja currently lingered within the neverwinter.

though, as the guardian of the moongrove drew nearer, he noticed that she was not lingering. rather, she moved with an intent, a soiled boar pelt laid amongst her back as she headed in the direction of the whispering pools. for a moment, he simply watched.

but then, he let out a low chuff, and thunderous arms, legs, brought him a few ways behind her, to the left of her figure. lowly, he said: you are ylva, yes? uncertain if she spoke their northern tongue, though his fluency was certainly betrayed by the thickness of the accent upon his tongue. rökkur looked to the pelt. washing it in the pools?

idle conversation, for the most part, but he wished to no longer withdraw, to fully acquaint himself with all wolves of the forest. call it some sort of paternal instinct, now that he knew of his betrothal, but he found himself wishing to ensure the neverwinter was safe, and that started with getting to know the wolves within it, including her.