Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

sólhárr stood tall against the biting winds, his auburn coat brushed with snowflakes as the storm pressed thick around him. the path to moonspear had been arduous, the snow heavy underfoot, slowing his progress but not his resolve. much awaited him—conversations to be had, perhaps trade or alliances to discuss, always with forneskja at the forefront of his mind.

he paused at the border, the faintest whisper of a scent carried on the crisp air. it was familiar, tugging at a memory he could not quite place. kinusi? no—she was safe in forneskja. his single golden eye narrowed, scanning the ridge above as his nostrils flared to take in more of the foreign yet recognizable presence. the scent was male.

his voice broke the stillness, a deep and commanding tone that carried through the quiet forest. you there. i come in peace.

he stepped forward, his broad shoulders cutting through the snowy haze, ears swiveling toward any movement. his head tilted slightly, as if considering the unseen figure. a soft huff left his lips as he waited for a response, his stance neutral but with the unshakable air of a leader. whatever this man’s connection to the scent he recognized, sólhárr intended to find out.

HOPE ITS OK I SNIPED