Chimera Fields Tongues and teeth

sólhárr's silhouette emerged from the treeline, his powerful frame cutting a shadow against the golden light of the open field. the faint rustle of his paws on frost-kissed grass was all the sound he made as he approached, his breath visible in the crisp air.

pangur, he rumbled, his voice low but carrying, a note of approval in the way she tracked her quarry. he stopped just short of her, his sharp amber eyes narrowing to the faint hoofprints she examined.

he leaned in slightly, the scent of elk faint but unmistakable. his tail flicked, an unspoken invitation before he spoke again, broken common tongue falling from his lips like rugged stones. you brave fields with me? elk wait there. hunt good today.

he took a step forward, his gaze flicking from her to the open expanse ahead. there was a flicker of something wilder in his expression, a primal challenge tempered by camaraderie. this would be no easy chase, but pangur’s vitality would match his vigor.

sólhárr shifted his weight, awaiting her response, muscles taut with the anticipation of the hunt.