Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

sólhárr’s eyes softened, the flicker of a memory tracing his gaze as it swept over luhtar, lingering momentarily on the hardened lines of the wolf’s face. he didn’t speak right away; he hardly needed to. instead, his form shifted as if the air around them were a familiar blanket, as though he had always belonged here—in this new, unclaimed land he envisioned for his own. his own past, his own losses… they didn't matter now.

he stood taller, the strength in his stance quiet but unyielding, like a rock cleaving through ice. his eyes flitted briefly toward the den nearby, where the soft breaths of his songbird could almost be heard on the wind. a strange peace settled over him. this was not vetrfjörðr, and yet it held pieces of it in his resolve, his purpose to build anew, somewhere his own. no, his gaze returned to luhtar, a slight shake of his head answering the wolf’s question. no, they were far from what once was.

in the silence, sólhárr’s stare held the promise of something untouched, his intentions imprinted in every breath he took. the old lives they’d left behind—those scars could fade here, if they were willing. there was nothing more he needed to say. only the unspoken understanding that, whatever luhtar had once faced, it was nothing to sólhárr now. here, in this place that he would forge from wilderness, they both might find what had eluded them for too long.

this is forneskja. a new world. join me, berserkr.