Neverwinter Forest arrival

@Callyope

the frostbitten air clung to sólhárr as he crossed into the sacred grounds of forneskja, his broad frame bearing the marks of his brutal conquest. dried blood streaked the fur around his marred eye, and though the pain burned like fire beneath his skin, he pressed forward, unyielding. he carried the weight of the cache with him, the fruits of his grueling labor, his body both weary and triumphant.

his steps slowed as he neared the den—a place that, despite the cold hardness of his nature, stirred something primal and possessive within him. the faint scent of callyope reached him first, her essence weaving through the air like a balm. his single good eye flicked toward the shadowed entrance, where her presence lingered, drawing him in like the tide.

with a low grunt, sólhárr ducked his head and entered, his massive form filling the space. the fire-bright gaze of his intended greeted him, and without hesitation, he moved to her side, brushing his bloodied fur against hers in a deliberate, claiming motion. the roughness of his touch spoke volumes, an unspoken declaration of both his triumph and his exhaustion.

it is done, he rumbled, the words grating from his throat as he sank to his haunches, his breath visible in the chilled air. his battered form leaned subtly into her warmth, finding a fleeting solace in her proximity. though he would not speak of the pain or the battle, his presence alone was a testament to his resolve and the sacrifices he had made.

his eye flicked briefly to the cache he had stored nearby, the fruits of his labor awaiting their purpose. but for now, he stayed close, grounding himself in the presence of the woman who would soon share his name.