Sunbeam Lair Wyvern

Hunst stood a few paces behind her, his presence steady and shadowed as her words filled the space. He observed the wolves gathering, each one casting looks of loyalty or curiosity, and each returning Reverie's gaze. She spoke with a quiet resolve, an edge of uncertainty woven into her words, yet she held them—all of them—focused on her every command.

He noted the determination in her eyes, the firm lines of her posture. Every detail, every glance she spared to each wolf in her charge, told him of the courage she might not yet recognize in herself. The shadow of her father loomed still, a ghost between her and full certainty. But it hadn’t stopped her from stepping forward, from holding her own place of leadership here and now.

He kept his silence, remaining at her side, watchful and resolute. She might doubt herself, and she might question her strength, but it was there, plain as daylight. As they prepared to cross the mountains, Hunst knew he’d follow her wherever this journey led, until she saw it as clearly as he did.