Neverwinter Forest at the garden

Íruna’s tail gave a soft wave, a rare brightness warming her lavender eyes. Seer. The word settled over her like a gentle mantle, not heavy but meaningful.

“It speaks to me,” she said, her voice light and steady. “And I think the gods have brought me here so that we may hear it together.” Her gaze lifted back to Callyope, her smile faint but unmistakably genuine. “Thank you. For your kindness, for this title. It is not something I expected, but it is something I will carry with honor.”

Her eyes lingered on the other wolf, warmth softening her sharp features. “I’ve walked into this place as a stranger, and now you make me feel as though I have a home.” She paused, her tail swaying lightly.

“And a friend.”