Neverwinter Forest All that we are and all that we have ever been

sólhárr's golden eyes flickered back to her as she spoke, her words holding a lilt of mischief that didn't escape him. she limped along with her usual air of boldness, even while blood still marked her path.

he tilted his head slightly, studying her for a beat before turning to lead the way deeper into the trees. come, then. see that you don't, he rumbled, his tone carrying both a warning and a smirk.

the forest around them seemed to darken as they moved further in, the towering trees swallowing the light. sólhárr's stride was confident, purposeful, though he kept an ear turned back to ensure she followed. you'll earn your place here, pangur. there's work to be done for those who are willing. you say you can hunt— his gaze flicked over his shoulder, landing on her limping form, —but you'll need that leg healed first. my seiðkona will see to it.

his tail swayed briefly, the motion deliberate, before his gaze shifted forward again. you'll find this is no idle place. each wolf serves, and the forest takes notice.