Neverwinter Forest She don't fuss, she don't whine

Luhtar’s nod came quickly, almost too quickly, betraying the eagerness he didn’t bother to mask. He was glad to see Eydís again—more than he expected. Their conversation from the other day had stuck with him, a pleasant memory in the quiet of his thoughts.

He leaned forward, pressing his nose lightly against her shoulder in a warm, fleeting gesture before stepping back. His tail swayed faintly as he motioned for her to take the lead; afterall, she was the huntress.

“How you sleep?” he asked, his thick accent softening the edges of his words, the cadence lilting with his native tongue. His eyes followed her, warm with curiosity as they moved. “You feel… good here? Settling in Forneskja?”

He cared to know, not out of duty, but because her being here felt like it mattered—not just to the pack, but to him.