Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

sólhárr’s gaze fell upon the man as he stepped into view, his frame bristling with curiosity and caution. the brown that traced his ears, the earthy tones of his coat—these were markers sólhárr recognized, though he remained still, his single golden eye fixed on alaric with measured intensity.

he dipped his head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment, though his presence remained imposing, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. i am sólhárr, hárkonungr of forneskja. his words carried the weight of his title, but his tone lacked hostility. instead, it bore the evenness of one accustomed to leading and mediating.

he paused, his gaze lingering briefly on the man’s face before speaking again. kinusi. she carries the same warmth in her scent. is she your daughter?

the chieftain’s voice softened just slightly, curiosity tempered with respect. he had not expected this encounter, but it intrigued him. kinusi had found a place in forneskja, a valuable member of their circle, and now here was her bloodline, standing at the edge of the spear, holding a connection to her that sólhárr could not ignore.