Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

the first light of dawn crept through the canopy, casting soft streaks of gold across the forest floor. sólhárr moved with purpose, the weight of his title resting comfortably on his broad shoulders. the hárkonungr carried the air of a wolf born to lead, his steps steady and deliberate as he made his way toward the den of the northern brute.

when he arrived, his sharp eyes settled on the younger wolf. sprawled in the comfort of sleep, the brute’s chest rose and fell with the ease of one lost in dreams. sólhárr’s brow quirked, his expression a mix of bemusement and quiet disapproval.

hm, he hummed softly, his voice a low vibration in the still morning air. his eyes swept over the den, noting the strong scent of rest and the faint remnants of the brute’s northern home.

was this how the north greeted the dawn? in slumber?

he cleared his throat, a subtle but purposeful sound meant to rouse the sleeping wolf without startling him. do the wolves of huldfall always greet their mornings this way? his tone was dry, edged with humor but carrying the weight of expectation. he waited, his piercing gaze steady, watching for the first signs of wakefulness.

@Luhtar