Neverwinter Forest [m] My baby don't cry

he watched eydís pull the boar off balance, her fierce grip and relentless focus a testament to her skill and hunger. the beast thrashed, blood spraying across the grass, its desperate squeals filling the air. he saw the flicker of life fading in its wild eyes, its spirit wavering, and he knew their moment had come.

moving swiftly, sólhárr surged forward, taking advantage of the creature’s weakened state. with precision, he angled himself beneath its head, jaws parting to sink his teeth into the vulnerable spot just below its throat. his bite was sharp, unyielding, and with a powerful twist, he sliced through, severing the last threads of its life.

as the boar’s body stilled beneath them, sólhárr released his grip, catching his breath as he met eydís’s gaze. he gave a slight nod, respect evident in his eyes, acknowledging her part in their successful hunt.

a good kill, he murmured, a note of approval in his rough tone. you handled yourself well, veiðikona.

a: 4; d:3