Neverwinter Forest [m] My baby don't cry

sólhárr’s eyes sharpened as he watched eydís move, her lithe form launching from the cover of foliage with a speed that belied her quiet fear. his heart surged with pride as she latched onto the boar, claws sinking deep, her grip unyielding. in that moment, he saw the huntress she once was, a fierce spirit awakened by the promise of home and the need to prove herself. she belonged here.

without hesitation, sólhárr surged forward, using the momentary distraction eydís provided to close the distance. he circled low, avoiding the thrashing tusks, and with calculated precision, lunged for the boar’s side.

his teeth found purchase just behind the shoulder, sinking deep into muscle and sinew, locking the creature in place with the force of his weight.

the boar bucked beneath them, squealing in desperation, its wild movements powerful but beginning to falter under their combined assault.

it would be eydís' turn to assist him, all so as long she does not get pierced.

a: 3, d:1