Neverwinter Forest Find a shade tree and a honey hole

sólhárr’s ear flicked back at the low sound, acknowledging luhtar without turning. there was no need for words; northerners knew the language of the hunt, the quiet discipline that bound them to purpose. he felt luhtar’s presence slip into position, steady and focused, and allowed himself a faint nod of approval.

the herd was gathered ahead, their numbers swelling with the season, antlers locking and bodies moving with primal energy. the scent of rut was thick in the misty morning air, drawing the bucks into bolder displays—a perfect opportunity for predators as well.

his eyes fixed on a younger buck on the outskirts of the herd, slightly separated from the others. sólhárr shifted his weight, signaling intent with the barest motion of his shoulder. it was an unspoken directive, a call for luhtar to follow his lead. they would work together as they always had, moving with the rhythm that only those bred for this knew, letting instinct and trust guide them.

forneskja will eat well tonight, he thought, the quiet satisfaction stirring as he prepared to make the first move. elska would eat well.