Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

sólhárr hummed low in his chest, stepping closer to luhtar. with a deliberate motion, he nudged the boy’s nape, letting his teeth wrap gently around his throat—a gesture not of dominance but of confidence, a silent assurance that he saw strength in him. he released him, his glacier eyes steady as they met the sharp yellow gaze.

you would fight, he agreed, his voice a deep rumble of conviction. and fight well, i think. you’ve the build of a guard, the spirit of a warrior. both are needed here.

he stepped back, his tail swaying slightly as he considered the younger wolf. forneskja is not huldfall. here, you choose your place, your path. but a warrior’s heart beats in you, boy. with patience and purpose, you could be great.

sólhárr gave a faint grin, his teeth glinting briefly in the forest’s dim light. seek rökkur. learn the ways of the spirits. and when you’re ready, i’ll test you myself.

exit sólhárr