Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

sólhárr's ears flicked as luhtar spoke, his words gruff but carrying a trace of something reflective. he considered the younger wolf’s observations, glancing around at the stillness that enveloped them. the early morning painted the forest in soft hues, and the quiet felt heavier than usual, settling like a blanket over the land.

quiet is good, he said after a moment, his voice low but steady, as if he spoke to the forest as much as to luhtar. peaceful.

his gaze shifted to the northern wolf walking beside him, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. the north is restless. fierce. but here— he gestured with a slight tilt of his muzzle to the towering trees around them, their boughs hanging heavy with dew—here, the quiet lets you think. breathe. maybe even rest, if you can allow it.

he continued to walk, his steps unhurried, giving luhtar time to absorb the silence he so clearly wasn’t accustomed to. sólhárr was not one to push or rush. he knew the value of letting another wolf find their footing on their own terms.

besides, he added with a faint chuckle, peace doesn’t last forever. enjoy it while it’s here. his sunrise oceanic gaze swept forward, ever watchful, though his demeanor remained calm.