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Luhtar’s ears twitched at Sólhárr's words, his expression remaining neutral, though his sharp yellow gaze betrayed the churn of his thoughts. The quiet was good, Sólhárr had said. Peaceful. Luhtar didn’t agree—not yet, at least. The stillness here felt unnatural, as though the forest were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Back home, the north never waited. It roared and raged, a place alive with movement and sound, where survival was carved from the chaos.

“Quiet make you soft,” Luhtar said after a pause, his voice blunt but lacking malice. He wasn’t challenging Sólhárr, just stating a truth as he saw it. His gaze flicked to the trees, his nose twitching at the scent of damp earth and dew. “The North keeps you ready. Never lets you stop. Here... it feels like waiting for a knife to the back.”

The younger wolf’s steps remained steady, though his ears turned at every faint rustle in the underbrush. Despite his words, he wasn’t entirely sure the quiet was as dangerous as it felt. Maybe Sólhárr was right—maybe it did offer space to think, to breathe. But that didn’t mean he liked it. Breathing was a luxury he wasn’t used to, and thinking too much often led to doubts he preferred to leave buried.

Sólhárr's mention of peace not lasting drew a faint snort from him, a sound that was half amusement, half agreement. “That’s true enough,” Luhtar muttered. His gaze shifted to the older wolf, noting the calm, unhurried pace of his stride. Sólhárr moved like a wolf who didn’t question his place here, who trusted the quiet not to betray him. It was a stark contrast to Luhtar’s own restlessness, his inability to fully let his guard down.

“You talk like you’ve seen peace before.” Luhtar said, glancing sidelong at his Hárkonungr. He shrugged, the movement stiff, his broad shoulders rolling beneath his thick coat. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s worth enjoying. For now.”

Even as he said it, Luhtar’s ears remained alert, his steps careful. If peace was a fleeting thing, as Sólhárr suggested, then it wasn’t something to be trusted—not fully. But Sólhárr had earned his place, his reputation, and Luhtar wasn’t fool enough to dismiss his wisdom outright.