Neverwinter Forest You soon find you have few choices

sólhárr nodded, a subtle acknowledgment of her question. he watched her as she inspected each den with a critical eye, noticing the small gestures as she sought out every detail. her quiet scrutiny didn’t faze him; he’d built these with care, intent in every sweep of his paws.

i did, he replied simply, his tone as sturdy as the dens themselves. he didn’t need her praise, nor did he expect it—but there was satisfaction in her interest, however silent it might be.

pick. rest. we hunt on morrow. he added, a steady assurance, then disappeared through the brush. 

exit sol!