Neverwinter Forest May I stand unshaken

sólhárr stood steady, his dark gaze fixed on the injured white male before him, his muscles coiled with quiet tension. callyope’s words, soft yet certain, drifted to him, and his ear flicked to acknowledge her. she spoke with reason, her compassion tempered by caution—a balance he admired.

he dipped his muzzle slightly toward her, a sign of agreement. you are right, my woman, he rumbled, his voice low and resolute. heimtré would be better for him. safer than out here.

his gaze flickered to the pale wolf, examining him with the sharp precision of a seasoned hunter. sólhárr could see the toll the injuries had taken, the faint rise and fall of his chest the only sign of life. the growl, weak and trembling, did not faze him.

i will take him as far as the edge, he added, his tone leaving no room for argument. but i cannot step into heimtré. their lands are not mine to tread, but yours. there was no bitterness in his words, only a matter-of-fact acceptance of boundaries.

without waiting for further discussion, sólhárr moved forward, careful and deliberate as he lowered his broad frame beside the injured male. he shifted his weight, preparing to lift and carry him. though his strength was formidable, the task demanded care—this was no prey to haul without thought.