Neverwinter Forest to the verdant plains

kjalarr is recieved by two wolves, and a howl from lote. so she has given birth then, he thinks with a soft breath. perhaps, he considers, this was the path the gods have sent him down. either way, he was ready to embrace it: no longer of the age to be caught up on trivial disappointments. his time was growing shorter every year and he was no longer of the mood to chase.

he does not understand the signage of the first to greet him, hesitating with his ears fluttering back atop his skull, head dipping as a sign of deference. he is a visitor here, after all. she has given birth to my children, kjalarr says, as a way of introduction. it is only after he considers it might not've been the best way to make a good first impression. i am kjalarr and i was hoping to see them. lote and my children, and perhaps speak to her about joining what you've begun to create here.