Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

@Luhtar

sólhárr kept close to the den he had dug for his songbird, his presence a steadfast guard in the quiet night. his ears remained alert, tuned to the subtle shifts in the forest around him. above, bats flitted silently, their wings creating faint whispers through the branches. the wind pressed against his fur, carrying the sharp bite of the season’s change, yet he stood undeterred, rooted to his vigil.

it was a quiet solitude, one he had learned to find peace in—until the sudden snap of a branch cracked through the stillness. his muscles tightened, and he rose immediately, his frame rigid as he scanned the shadows. his gaze swept over the darkness, eyes sharp, senses on high alert as he readied himself for whatever presence had disturbed the night.

the forest had grown silent, holding its breath as he stood there, poised and ready, the calm but unyielding protector.