Neverwinter Forest belong

sólhárr’s sharp golden gaze caught her approach before her scent reached him. his broad shoulders shifted as he rose to his paws, his hulking frame moving toward eydís with a deliberate, steady stride. the closer he got, the more her hesitation became palpable, though she held her ground. good.

he stopped just shy of invading her space and leaned forward slightly, exhaling a warm, sharp huff of air directly into her face. his expression remained unreadable, though the lift of a single brow added a subtle weight to his scrutiny.

well? he asked simply, his voice low and gruff. after a brief pause, his gaze swept over her form before he continued, have you made friends?

he remained still, his tone more questioning than accusatory, but the expectation in his words hung in the air between them. she was part of forneskja now, and he would know her place among its wolves—or lack thereof.