Big Salmon Lake in the middle of the day

sólhárr's approach was marked by the crunch of snow under his paws, each step deliberate, his frame cutting a formidable figure against the stark landscape. the faint echo of the howl still lingered in the air, and his golden gaze locked on the blonde male drinking at the frozen lake’s edge.

he grunted, a low and guttural sound that broke the stillness like the crack of distant ice. his tail swayed slowly behind him, neither aggressive nor inviting, simply marking his presence. he paused a few paces away, the faint mist of his breath curling into the cold air as he regarded the stranger with a narrowed gaze.

drink much here? sólhárr rumbled, his voice thick with the cadence of his broken tongue, yet steady. he tipped his head slightly, gesturing toward the icy surface of the lake. his expression was unreadable, but his body language carried the weight of a hunter sizing up both opportunity and risk.