Chimera Fields hey you, big star

sólhárr moved silently through the grasses, his frame slipping between shadows as he caught sight of the large male ahead. the man was strong, his body carved with muscle and focus. even from this distance, he could sense the energy, the hunger simmering beneath the stranger’s calm exterior. sólhárr’s gaze sharpened as he took in the sight, noting the way the male’s nose was close to the ground, tracking something small. prey.

he padded closer, his steps deliberate, keeping his own scent downwind, masked by the earthy scents of the meadow. as he drew within range, sólhárr let out a low rumble—a sound that bridged greeting with warning, cautious yet curious.

you wandered far, he murmured, his tone low, neutral, and edged with interest. not many pass through these fields alone. he watched the stranger closely, assessing whether this was a wolf of purpose or one of wandering spirit.