Neverwinter Forest call to arms; pack meeting [11.21.2024]

sólhárr let the silence settle after his words, the weight of them carried on the crisp air as the gathered wolves absorbed his command. his golden gaze swept over each face once more, finding purpose in their postures, readiness in their eyes. the heart of forneskja beat strong today.

go now, he rumbled, his voice steady, carrying over the crowd. to your duties. hunters, seek the bounty of the forest. guardians, walk the edges of our home. seekers, bring the gods’ light to those who need it.

his words were a command, but not harsh—a shepherd guiding his flock with strength and care. sólhárr stepped down from the jagged stone, his frame a towering presence as the wolves began to disperse, their purpose set.

as the crowd thinned, his focus returned to callyope, her quiet strength like a beacon drawing him in. sólhárr moved to her side, his steps slower now, the weight of leadership giving way to the softness reserved only for her. he lowered his muzzle, brushing it tenderly against her cheek, his warmth a silent promise in the cool air.

elska min, he murmured, the norse word a reverent whisper meant for her alone. his gaze softened as it met hers, pride and devotion written in every line of his face. she was the heart of this place, of him, and with her, forneskja would always thrive.

last for solharr!