Neverwinter Forest spire bound

@Eydís

the morning mist clung to the forest floor, a gentle veil over the world as sólhárr strode through the quiet woods. the cold air nipped at his fur, but he paid it no mind, his focus sharp as he approached the den where eydís had taken refuge. the golden light filtering through the trees cast his pelt in warm hues, though his expression remained stoic, purposeful.

he paused a few paces away, lifting his head to call for her—a low, resonant sound that carried through the stillness. there was no urgency in his tone, only a calm request. he waited, his tail swaying slightly behind him, golden eyes fixed on the den’s entrance.

it had been some time since her arrival, and sólhárr found himself curious. how had she settled in? was she adapting to the ways of forneskja? his thoughts lingered briefly on her sharp wit and determination, traits he respected, though he would not admit it outright.

as the moments passed, he took a seat, the frost-covered grass crunching softly beneath him. the morning was young, and sólhárr had all the patience in the world. when she emerged, he would be ready to hear her words, her progress, and perhaps, her challenges. this was his duty—to ensure that every wolf under his banner found their purpose, their strength, within these woods.