Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

the words of the hárkonungr fell upon the grove, gracing them, rallying them as a single unit: as the lifeblood that coursed through the forest, that found strength together; peace. and the guardian felt a pride run through his own veins, like those of the neverwinter, and smiled. a trust that an expression could hardly convey.

callyope, as well. she brought together forneskja, just as sólhárr did. they were not merely husband and wife, they were leaders, the forthbringers of a culture, of a community. their histories, mingling and mixing both together and with those who were now gathered to create a home like none before. woods that protected, nurturing them, and rökkur hoped that they could guide the future generations within this forest, too.

and luhtar cheered. he stood, wrought with what seemed to be passion, pride, for forneskja. and rökkur, sögumaðr, grinned, now. eyes alight, shimmering with the reflection of the stars, the máni above. his lady, his leaders, his people. his home. And so he would stand, too, looking back to luhtar, approving.

strong words, strong pack! he echoed, calling those within the grove to rise, to speak the mantra. to rally for their packs' strength. he looked to their king and queen, then. smiling. tail high above him, swaying. so, so, proud. of them. of the people.

proud of all of it. one with the forest.