Deepwood Weald in my world,

@Yngvi

he moved steadily along the borders, his paws pressing down into the soft earth as he left his mark on each tree and stone along the way. it was early, the morning mist still clinging to the forest floor, shrouding his path in a muted haze. he was focused, his senses sharp as he reinforced the boundaries of forneskja, keeping watch over the land that had become his duty, his purpose.

but as he reached a break in the trees, something drifted past him on the breeze—a scent, light and unmistakably feminine. he paused, nostrils flaring, catching the faint trace. his gaze narrowed with intrigue, his stance shifting as curiosity got the better of him. whoever she was, she wasn’t far.

without hesitation, sólhárr veered from his usual path, his paws carrying him quietly through the underbrush. the scent grew stronger as he moved deeper into the woods, and he felt a spark of anticipation, wondering if she was passing through or if she had come with intention. he kept his steps light, his presence masked in the mist, as he closed in, hoping to catch sight of her before she became aware of his approach.