Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

sólhárr watched the younger wolf stumble his way to consciousness, the corner of his mouth twitching with a restrained smile. luhtar’s groggy movements and half-formed grumbles were met with patient silence, though the hárkonungr’s sharp eyes never left him. he waited until the northern brute was steady on his paws, the morning air helping to clear the haze of sleep from his frame.

yes, sólhárr confirmed simply, his tone firm but not unkind. we patrol.

he turned without further words, the slight tilt of his head signaling luhtar to follow. sólhárr set a steady pace, his stride purposeful as they moved toward the border. the crisp dawn air carried with it the scents of the forest waking to a new day, the faint rustle of life stirring in the underbrush accompanying their steps.

let’s see if the north in you is as sharp as your tongue, sólhárr remarked over his shoulder, the humor in his words subtle but unmistakable. he kept his gaze ahead, ears tuned for any sound that might betray something unusual on their path. this is your land now, too. it’s time you see it in full.