Neverwinter Forest of weeping willow trees

Can I get a @Solharr pretty please?

He'd paced several hundred yards away from the girl before tipping his head back to send out and inquisitive call for the hárkonungr — Are you nearby? He waited for an answer and then set off in that direction, hoping to put more distance between himself and the girl's resting place. It was far enough on the fringes of the territory that he hoped it would not offend the man, but her presence was more easily explained if he did not come across her trail.

It occurred to him only as he caught the hárkonungr's scent that he had not asked the girl for her name. This knowledge settled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach, but he pressed on.

"Hárkonungr," he called, the word escaping him in a white plume of water vapor. His ears swiveled in every direction as he waited for the man to appear.