Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

his gaze sharpened as the stranger emerged from the undergrowth, a presence uninvited and unsettling. the bristling of his own ginger fur, the low growl thrumming in his chest, spoke volumes—he was a wolf who trusted little, and even less so when faced with unknowns in the dead of night. his hazeled eyes narrowed as he took in the stranger’s disoriented expression, the hesitant steps as though pulled by some faint thread of recognition.

he held his ground, ears pinned slightly back, his stance unyielding. the scent of this wolf was unfamiliar, his movements cautious yet with an odd certainty, as if he recognized something that sólhárr could not see. he had stepped closer. stay away from his songbird. she slept peacefully, don't touch.

then, the stranger spoke his name. the sound of it, uttered by a voice that shouldn’t have known it, sent a prickling through sólhárr’s spine. his skepticism deepened, but curiosity flickered beneath it, a cautious willingness to listen—if only for a moment.

luhtar? he repeated, voice low and wary, testing the name as if it held answers.