Silvertip Mountain Through the big top tent up high

looking for loners to recruit to forneskja! AW ;)

dawn’s first light crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow across forneskja. sólhárr rose quietly from his nest, careful not to disturb his sleeping elska. he took a lingering moment, eyes warm as he watched the gentle rise and fall of her breath. a faint smile played at his lips, a quiet promise to return by her side when his work was done. with one last look, he turned and slipped into the morning.

the air was sharp and cool as sólhárr padded through the dense forest, his steps purposeful yet silent. his path led him to the outer edges, where the forest met the rocky base of the mountain, a place that marked the boundary of their home. he welcomed the solitude here, the stillness of the early hours, the crisp scent of pine mingling with the distant, earthy musk of mountain stone.

each stride was measured, his eyes scanning the treeline and the open slopes beyond, alert for any movement. it was rut season, so the trails were thick with the fresh signs of deer, but sólhárr’s focus was set beyond prey. he was looking for fresh faces, wanderers who might seek a place to settle—or challengers testing the strength of forneskja’s borders.

the soft crunch of fallen leaves and the distant call of birds were his only companions as he moved steadily along the boundary, his senses tuned to every subtle shift in the landscape. sólhárr’s posture remained strong, a quiet invitation for any who might approach. let them see him here, the guardian of this land, steady as the mountain itself.