Neverwinter Forest get on up again,

Luhtar stiffened briefly at Solharr’s touch, the gesture unexpected but not unwelcome. The Hárkonungr’s teeth at his throat stirred something instinctual—a recognition of strength, not submission. When Solharr released him, Luhtar dipped his head slightly, not in deference but in acknowledgment.

His yellow gaze remained locked on the older wolf as Solharr spoke. Luhtar had always been told what he was, but here, the choice felt less like a demand and more like an opportunity. Forneskja’s way was different, deliberate and purposeful, and while it was unfamiliar, it stirred something in him that felt... right.

“A warrior,” Luhtar echoed. There was no doubt in his tone, no hesitation. It was who he was, who he had always been, but hearing Solharr’s conviction lent the title a new weight.

His gaze flicked toward the ancient trees once more. Seek Rökkur. Learn the ways of the spirits. The idea made him uneasy, but not in a way that pushed him to resist.

“When the time comes,” Luhtar said after a pause, vox rough. “I’ll take your test. And I won’t fail.”

exit luhtar