Neverwinter Forest making the bed,

sólhárr’s gaze narrowed, his tall, imposing frame stiffening as he held his ground, every muscle a silent warning. his chin lifted, a silent declaration of authority over these woods—a stance that left no room for doubt, for this was his domain, his charge.

curiosity has bounds, he rumbled, his tone low, barely more than a growl on the wind. his eyes lingered on hers, piercing green to shadowed green, studying the elusive figure with a quiet, potent intensity. the title of hárkonungr thrummed in his chest, unwavering, as he guarded the path between her and what lay deeper in the heart of his realm.

if there is a pack to find, he said, voice firm, they are mine to watch over. he thought of elska.

his message was clear: he would allow her presence, but only within the strict parameters he set.