Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

sólhárr’s head lifted, ears pricking at the voice that slipped through the trees, low and laced with a mocking edge. he couldn’t see her, but the air was thick with her presence, a tension that set his instincts on edge. she was close, deliberately hovering just beyond his reach, a challenge woven into every syllable.

depends who is asking. he replied, his tone gruff but edged with intrigue. he kept his stance steady, eyes scanning the thick foliage where he felt her gaze emanating, watching him like a predator assessing prey. he didn’t move closer; he knew her type, wolves who enjoyed toying with their targets, testing boundaries just to watch them bend.

i don’t take kindly to games, he continued, voice dropping, laced with quiet warning. if you’re here to talk, then talk. but if you’re looking for trouble, you will find it.

he let his words hang in the air, eyes fixed on the shadows, waiting to see if her curiosity would drive her to reveal herself or if she preferred to linger in the safety of her hidden vantage.

for reference— callyope can join whenever hehe