Neverwinter Forest Michael's gone insane, Julie starts to make me nervous

sólhárr approached the figure cautiously, his golden eyes sharp and unyielding as they swept over the weakened man at his borders. the ginger wolf’s frame was gaunt, his stance faltering even as he tried to hold himself upright. sólhárr’s nose twitched, picking up the faint tang of infection beneath the cold wind. his steps slowed as he stopped just shy of the stranger, his posture steady but not aggressive.

what’s happened to you? he asked, his voice low and firm, the northern chill evident in his tone. there was no judgment, only a directness that came with the responsibility of protecting his pack.

his gaze held on the man, waiting for an explanation. whatever the reason for his presence, sólhárr would determine soon enough if he was a threat—or simply a soul in desperate need of help.