Ocean's Breath Plateau seal's bellow,

sólhárr stood tall upon the borders, the sea's brine still fresh in his fur, though it did not mask the strong, earthy scent of forneskja. his fiery eyes regarded the two wolves who emerged with an air of authority and deep familiarity with these lands.

the first, rodyn, introduced himself as the alpha. his frame was solid, his presence commanding, though there was a tension about him, something deeper sólhárr could not yet place. the second wolf, scarred and white like weathered stone, remained silent, his gaze sharp and assessing. sólhárr dipped his head respectfully to both, acknowledging their leadership and stature.

rodyn, alpha of moontide, solharr began, his voice carrying the weight of his purpose. i am sólhárr, hárkonungr of forneskja. his eyes shifted briefly to the white wolf before returning to rodyn. your lands speak of strength, as do your wolves. it is good to meet you.

a pause, the sea breeze tugging at his thick pelt. i come seeking guidance. callyope—my elska—has spoken of the seal hunters here, their wisdom and skill. his gaze flicked once more to the scarred wolf at rodyn’s side, sensing an air of expertise in his silence. i must hunt a seal to pay her bride price, to honor her and her family. it is not a beast i have hunted before, but i will learn. i ask for your knowledge, and if need be, your aid, to carry out this task.

sólhárr’s tone remained measured and humble, though his determination was clear. he was here not only to ask but to prove himself worthy of the traditions callyope held dear.