Honeyed Pasture She just sleeps through the night

is it okay if we future date this by like .. a day !! maybe 2 days !! just so the timeline makes sense (meeting solharr first & stuff) <33

dusk brought shadows. but once the moon rose, her light flooding the land, rökkur would know peace. the máni brought comfort, even though it had been the name of the mercenary that had spawned the warrior. other times, he preferred to call her by her other name: the tungl. such a word birthed the name of his natal pack.

but it had yet to rise, and rökkur prepared himself to bask in its' light, freshly bathed and pine-scented after rubbing against the neverwinter bark and the needles that had fallen. a sorrowful howl sounded out, then, and the shadow rose, ears perked as he searched for the source. so, trudging across the lands, he drank in the winds. scents rode towards him, that of a woman—a forneskja woman, no less—being the strongest.

eventually, he would come to approach her within the pasture, studying her. pretty and blonde. shaking her head as if she was disappointed with herself. he stood awkwardly a few ways behind her. a woof was what marked his presence only a few moments before he spoke: hello, he murmured. a rumble from deep within his chest. are you ... okay? spoken gently. with genuine curiosity; concern.

his tongue was careful around unfamiliar words. northern accent clear, spilling from his lips, tumbling with little grace. but his expression ... his eyes shone with weariness—for her. she reminded him of his mother, somewhat. scarlet hues would carefully meet those of mint, should she turn to him. and he would sit upon his rump.

a safe length away, for her sake.