Neverwinter Forest Harborage

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It was cold, bitterly so. Kjalarr drew in a deep breath of the chilled air, feeling it sting against the warmth of his lungs as his steeled his broad shoulders and pushed forth. He was a Northman. He was built for the weather that swept through the Wilds. That didn’t mean it did not chill him to the marrow of his bones. His sweep of the borders was a necessary evil and he did it because it was apart of his job, to sate his increased territorial behavior and for his children that grew within Ondine’s womb. Any day now they would be born into the world. She was not yet in labor but they both knew she was close. Still unsure of his new role as soon-to-be father the viking was left feeling a bizarre mixture of nerves, joy, curiosity with a tinge of fear.

A howl tore the grey sky asunder and with a bristle to his coarse hackles Kjalarr wasted no time accosting the stranger at his borders. His steps slowed as he came upon her, his posture stiff (mostly because of the cold) and regal, displaying his dominance without much thought. “This is Neverwinter Forest. I am Kjalarr, it’s Alpha Male.” Crisp, brisk and to the point. He didn’t fancy being away from Ondine for long intervals of time not wanting to miss the birth of his children.

“What is your purpose here?” He inquired, smoothly transitioning straight to the point.

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