Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

@Bluebelle

sólhárr moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, his massive frame weaving through the trees as he marked his claim upon each trunk. his scent lingered, musky and strong, a warning and an invitation both. this place—these trees, this stretch of wilderness—he would make his own, piece by piece, marking his intent with each scrape of his claws, each scent pressed into bark.

he had just finished his mark upon a sturdy pine when he froze, nostrils flaring as a scent drifted into his senses—faint yet unmistakably foreign, not his songbird’s gentle familiarity but something else. his ears pricked, muscles tense as he took a slow breath, inhaling that scent again, and he let a low bark escape his lips, the sound soft yet firm as it carried through the trees.

sólhárr waited, his head held high, amber eyes sharp and steady, searching for the shape that might follow the scent. his heart beat with a quiet vigilance, body ready yet calm as he watched the woods, his claim freshly laid, his presence unmistakable.