Neverwinter Forest guide me to shelter

open to all forneskja wolves but maybe @Callyope ? <3

máni shone bright upon the dark, navy sky. clear and cloudless. almost full. her face white in all of her roundness, her light dappling his dark pelt. rökkur sat by the forest's borders, the treeline only a few paces behind him. freshly bathed, smelling of the pines that protected forneskja. offering his presence to the light that guided him. both now, while he was travelling, and even in his youth.

the war that had raged from adolescence to adulthood had not allowed him much time to explore the religion that the málaliðar' bride had celebrated. both she and the women offered to the máni up above. his own deliverance atop the spire had been a present to the moon goddess, the ceremony said to have given him strength. and sometimes he wondered if such a thing was true.

would he have become málaliði, had his father stepped down?

rökkur shook his dark head, then. squeezing crimson eyes shut, as if to force the thought out of his head. when they opened, they returned to the figure up above. soaking in her light. enjoying her presence, feeling safe within it. he knew that the tunglbörn wolves would be gazing upon her, too. seeking guidance, maybe. he wondered how many stood atop the spire, searching for answers.

how many had been borne in reverence to her, since he had left?

her light was a gift among he lost.

he treasured it with all he had.