Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

Luhtar met Sólhárr's gaze, his yellow eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the question. The Hárkonungr’s steady presence was impossible to ignore, and his words carried a weight that left no room for dismissal.

Seek Rökkur. Be patient. It was easier said than done for someone like Luhtar, whose nature was one of action, not waiting. Luhtar could not help but feel defeated, ears turning to nearly pin to his rounded head.

"If you think that wise, then I will." He said.

He shifted his weight, his gaze dropping briefly to the forest floor before lifting again to the towering trees. What do you wish for your place here to be? It was a question he hadn’t asked himself before, not in so many words.

“I don’t know,” he admitted finally, his voice rough but quieter than usual. His ears twitched, a faint sign of his unease as he searched for the right words. “In Huldfall, you didn’t choose. You were what the Elders made you. A protector. A provider. Whatever the pack needed.”

He cast a quiet look towards Sólhárr. "I know that I would fight."