Neverwinter Forest Find a shade tree and a honey hole

Luhtar’s ears flicked in silent response, his muscles coiling as he watched Sólhárr’s subtle cues. Cut from the very same cloth, it was easy for Luhtar to attune himself to Sólhárr. The slight shift toward the young buck was all Luhtar needed. He moved through the brush, skirting a few paces to the side, prepared to flank and guide the creature into Sólhárr’s path.

Naturally, Luhtar wasn't much of a runner. But his Hárkonungr was the more experienced of the two in using his teeth and nails. Luhtar fell in step beside him, his large form surprisingly silent upon the damp earth. Through the thick brush, they crept forward, and excitement pooled in Luhtar's chest. The herd was yet oblivious to their approach.

Just as the young buck nearest to the approaching wolves lifted its head, catching some faint hint of their scent, Luhtar surged forward, muscles flexing with controlled force as he threw himself into the buck’s path to safety. His paws skidded viciously against the moist earth, sending mud flying up in a large plume. It scattered against his flanks and he only narrowly avoided contact with the buck's pointed antlers. "Skítr!"

His teeth grazed the two-toe's hindquarter, an attempt to steer him into the awaiting jaws of Sólhárr.