Neverwinter Forest spire bound

sólhárr listened intently, steady as eydís spoke. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when she mentioned @Luhtar. he is a good boy, he agreed softly, almost to himself, the warmth in his tone betraying his fondness for the wolf.

when she spoke of rökkur, his expression shifted slightly. the raised brow and the flicker of curiosity in his eyes were impossible to miss. rökkur, he repeated, his tone measured, thoughtful. what happened?

rökkur was one that anyone could get along with— or had his own assumptions misled him?

there was no accusation in his voice, only an open-ended question that invited her to share more. he watched her carefully, gauging her response, his calm demeanor unwavering. sólhárr was not one to push unnecessarily, but he also knew the value of understanding the dynamics within his pack. if there was tension, it was better brought to light.