Neverwinter Forest May I stand unshaken

sólhárr's ears twisted toward the noise, his body stiffening as the ruckus ahead broke through the otherwise quiet path they traveled. instinct flared hot in his chest, and without hesitation, he moved to place himself between callyope and whatever lay ahead.

behind me, he murmured, voice low but firm, his fiery eyes scanning the path as he moved forward, muscles coiled like a spring.

it didn’t take long to spot the source of the commotion—a wolf, battered and bloody, sprawled on the ground. the stranger’s breaths came shallow, his body trembling as though he’d been dragged from the edge of death. sólhárr’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his stance protective but not threatening.

he’s hurt bad, sólhárr said, glancing over his shoulder to callyope. his gaze softened slightly when it landed on her. elska… can you help him?

he knew her skill, her heart, and while his instinct was to protect, he trusted her to mend what could be mended. he only hoped this wolf’s luck hadn’t already run out.