Neverwinter Forest where the moon sets

the forest stood in near-perfect silence, its usual symphony of rustling leaves and distant wildlife hushed beneath the weight of the night. the moon hung low and full, casting its pale glow through the breaks in the pine canopy, lighting sólhárr’s path like a guiding spirit. his breath came in measured puffs, fogging in the cool air, and his steps, though deliberate, made little sound upon the moss-laden ground.

he was drawn toward the tunglhjarta, the stone of the moongrove, where he thought rökkur might linger. something about the night called him here—not the weight of duty, nor the burden of leadership, but a quieter pull. a question seeking its answer.

the trees thinned as he neared the grove, the familiar sight of moonflowers circling the clearing’s heart bringing a momentary stillness to his pace. there, standing tall and ancient, was the tunglhjarta, its rugged surface bathed in silver light. he paused just beyond the clearing, his amber gaze scanning the expanse, looking for the telltale silhouette of the wolf he sought.

@Rokkur, he called, his voice low but steady, a thread meant to carry through the tranquil night. he stepped closer, his shadow stretching across the moonflowers, his ears pricked for any sign of the other wolf.

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