Neverwinter Forest In the Woods Somewhere

sólhárr’s gaze softened as the slender wolf stepped forward, their frame marked by weariness but carrying a flicker of something deeper—perhaps a reluctant will to survive. he listened carefully to the words spoken, his sharp eyes scanning their features.

we need a bit of everything, he admitted, his voice steady but laced with warmth. his gaze drifted briefly, thoughts flickering to his elska and the approaching cold season. the time ahead would be harsh, unforgiving. it was in his nature to think practically, and this wolf—small and worn as they were—might have the skill to offer what forneskja would need.

hunters, for one, he continued, his blue eyes meeting theirs. but also wolves who can scout, carry news, watch over the land. forneskja is a place for those willing to work, but it’s also a place for those willing to learn.

he paused, his tone softening further. i can offer you a warm nest, a share of the hunt, and the safety of a pack. if you’re willing to stand with us, we’ll stand with you. his tail swayed once, a rare gesture of encouragement.