Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

@Pangur

the world was painted white, the morning sky heavy with falling snow that muffled the sounds of the waking forest. sólhárr stood before pangur’s den, his lone golden eye fixed on the small entrance. frost clung to his auburn fur, the cold sharp but invigorating against his skin. his breath puffed in the chill air, curling briefly before vanishing into the quiet.

the wedding loomed closer, a ceremony steeped in forneskja tradition, binding him to callyope under the gaze of the gods and the land. a bride deserved a gift, a trade, something of value to honor her and the union they would forge. and pangur, with her boundless energy and sharp mind, was the wolf he trusted for such a task.

sólhárr threw back his head, a deep, commanding call rolling through the snow-laden trees, summoning her. he lowered his muzzle, shaking off the frost gathering on his thick fur, and waited. the snow whispered around him, the forest still caught in the grip of dawn. his golden eye flicked upward, watching the falling flakes with quiet resolve.

pangur, wake. the time has come.