Neverwinter Forest [m] arrival

sólhárr felt the echo of their closeness within his chest, the steady thrum of his heart grounding him as callyope pressed against his side. her softness was something foreign to him, a delicacy he handled as though she might dissolve under too much weight.

callyope, his voice rumbled low, intimate, as his muzzle brushed through her fur, lingering just at her crown. you are... soft. new snow beneath paw. i know it is first for you. i feel it in how you give. how you trust.

his golden eyes softened as he tilted his head to look at her, the steady rhythm of her breath against his side anchoring him further. her silence was not empty; it spoke of a connection neither of them had yet named but both understood.

with me, you are safe. always. you give much, and i will give more. his words carried a promise, one he intended to keep.

he shifted slightly, his large frame enveloping hers, his paw covering hers with a deliberate gentleness. the cold outside could not reach them here, where their warmth was shared, a bond forged in quiet understanding and the strength of their union.