Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

when the sun peaked just above the horizon, sólhárr woke. his bride to be, elska, lay beside him with her breaths rising and falling against his body. in the den he had dug for them, the largest he had at the root of the rock formation, made sure to find the softest moss for them to lay upon. sleep did not evade him with @Callyope beside him.

with a lick of his tongue, he'd brush the white furs from her nape backward, ridding her of her bed-head look. there was so much fur upon her, a kindred appearance to his own dense hairs. they'd survive the winters with east, he was sure of it.

songbird, he'd coo, wishing to show her things today, though she looked peaceful when she slept.