The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

sólhárr moved with practiced ease, his movements fluid and deliberate as he followed the faint trail. the tundran’s sharp eyes and quiet acknowledgment confirmed what sólhárr had already suspected—they were close.

as the pair crept further, the scent grew heavier, mingling with the musk of the forest and the faint metallic tang of recent grazing. sólhárr's nose dipped toward the earth, tracing the trail with precision until the beast came into view.

there it stood, a massive buck, muscles rippling beneath its coarse hide. its rack of antlers gleamed, their sharpened ends a testament to its power. sólhárr froze, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. a low huff escaped him, a sound of both admiration and resolve.

without looking back, he shifted slightly to signal kigipigak. their quarry was here. this hunt would not be an easy one, but it would be worth it. silently, he glanced at his companion, the unspoken question clear in his gaze: are you ready?