Neverwinter Forest [m] My baby don't cry

sólhárr nodded, his gaze warm as he watched her rise, shaking the last remnants of sleep from her fur. he could see the shadow of her troubles still lingering in her eyes, but he respected her unspoken wish to leave them undisturbed, at least for now. instead, he offered a steady presence, a purpose to fill the silence, and turned toward the woodland with her by his side.

they moved quietly through the forest, sólhárr leading them along well-worn trails and weaving through thickets where the morning light trickled through. his nose worked the air, picking up on the mingled scents of prey nearby, keeping his senses sharp for something different—something other than the deer that roamed plentifully this season.

soon enough, his pace slowed, and he nodded toward a clearing up ahead. there, beneath the canopy, a lone boar rooted at the base of an ancient tree, its back turned to them as it dug into the earth. sólhárr’s eyes glinted with satisfaction; this was no easy prey, but it was worthy of their combined strength. he glanced at eydís, an unspoken question in his gaze, offering her the thrill of the challenge.

a good start, he murmured, voice low. strong, stubborn, and sharp-tusked—just as a hunter would like. a prize for his elska, no doubt. it would be a kill in her honor. 

what would you do, veiðikona?