Neverwinter Forest Twin fish

sólhárr crouched low, his golden eyes steady as they settled on the young girl, her words lingering in the air like a shadow of pain she wouldn’t name. he didn’t press her for more, his approach deliberate and quiet, his broad frame lowering to meet her on her level. the snow swirled faintly around them, the world muted in the cold.

all wolves lose fights, he said, his voice low and even, the weight of his broken common tongue softened for her. not all... stand after.

his gaze dipped briefly to her small, defiant figure, her stare fixed firmly on her paws as if the ground itself might offer her solace. he didn’t demand her to look at him; instead, he let his presence fill the space, unyielding and solid, something she could lean on if she chose.

you stand, he added, a quiet acknowledgment, not meant to console but to remind her of what she had done. this matters.

sólhárr held his ground, unmoving, the cold biting at his fur but not his resolve. he couldn’t fix what had broken in her—only she could—but he could offer this moment, this steady assurance that the world had not claimed her yet. and that mattered, too.