Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

The echo of Solharr’s howl carried through the trees, settling into the quiet rhythms of the forest. It was a sound Luhtar could not ignore, even if he wanted to. The summons tugged at something instinctual, a pull that resonated deep in his chest. Forneskja’s leader had called, and like the others,

he would answer.

Luhtar’s approach was unhurried but purposeful, his broad paws pressing into the soft earth with a weight that made his presence known long before he came into view. He paused at the edge of the glen, yellow eyes sweeping the gathering.

Solharr and Callyope stood atop the ancient stone. Luhtar’s gaze lingered on Solharr, a glimmer of respect ringing the norseman's gaze. He had known this wolf since he was little more than a pup, and seeing him atop that boulder affirmed his choice to follow him.

His ears twitched at the soft rustle of movement as others began to gather. Among them, he spotted Rokkur, already seated with a quiet stillness.

With a short grunt, he moved further into the glen, his steps firm as he claimed a spot near the edge of the gathering. Sitting down heavily, his shoulders rolled as he settled in, his gaze fixed upward toward Solharr and Callyope. He offered a slight nod, a simple gesture of acknowledgment.