Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

@Yvar'la , @Callyope to join?

sólhárr moved steadily along the borders of forneskja, his senses attuned to the forest's early morning quiet. the air was crisp, each breath sending a soft mist curling into the cool dawn as he marked the edges of their land. his gaze swept through the trees, catching on every faint movement, every whisper of the wind rustling through the branches. he took his time, a practiced ritual of reinforcing their claim with each step.

as he continued, a faint scent drifted toward him, barely discernible yet distinct. he paused, nostrils flaring as he picked up on the unfamiliar perfume. it was female, unfamiliar, and foreign to the land. his muscles tensed slightly, a spark of curiosity mingling with caution. whoever she was, she was not of forneskja—and she was certainly not his elska.

a thought of callyope crossed his mind, and he felt a faint tug of concern. where was she? he hoped she was somewhere safe, perhaps lost in her own morning rituals or exploring deeper into the heart of the forest. with a final glance toward the unknown scent, sólhárr resumed his path along the border, senses sharpened, ready to investigate further if the stranger dared to approach.