Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

Sólhárr’s words stirred something deep within him—a sense of belonging that had eluded him since he left Huldfall. He spoke of unity, purpose, and strength, and Luhtar found himself nodding faintly, the corners of his lips curling in a subtle, approving smile.

When Callyope spoke, her tone softer but no less powerful, Luhtar’s ears perked, his attention fixed on her. Her words carried a quiet conviction that made the space between them feel smaller, her call for togetherness resonating in a way that felt personal.

He glanced around at the others gathered, noting the mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces. He stepped forward slightly from where he stood in the crowd, his broad frame visible as he raised his head high.

“Hear them!” he barked, his deep, gravelly voice carrying over the clearing. “Strong words, strong pack!” As he stood, his tail pitched into a fast wag behind his thick, burly frame.