Neverwinter Forest kanevvluk ‡

the northern wolf’s broad shoulders sank in quiet reverence as he held himself before kukutux, moonwoman and mother of his beloved songbird. with measured care, he took in her words, the weight of her gaze—a wisdom deeper than roots and as steadfast as the mountains.

her voice was calm yet sure, and her invitation to moonglow stirred his chest with a muted pride. he would come, for her, for callyope, for the life they might make together in the traditions that she upheld so fiercely, even as they bent.

his people’s ways wove thickly in his bones, the strength of his ancestors living yet within him. callyope’s heart knew this and did not tremble.

he dipped his head lower, his voice rich but unadorned, a humbling acceptance in each syllable. kukutux, aiolos—my gratitude.

this honor she extended was met with the full measure of his respect, a wordless pact in the folds of tradition and blood. he watched her drape her wrap around her daughter, noting the tenderness in her hands, a gesture he would carry in memory to moonglow.