Moonspear Ive Been in a cave

sólhárr listened as alaric spoke, his golden eye steady on the man before him. a faint smile tugged at his lips, not one of amusement, but something tempered by respect. he nodded, acknowledging alaric’s rank and the weight of his words.

well met, alaric. his voice held warmth, though the depth of it still carried the authority of a chieftain. kinusi speaks well of the forest. i see now where her heart for such things comes from.

he took a step closer, his stance open but unwavering, and continued. after the new year solstice, i will take callyope as my wife. it will be on common ground, between moonglow and forneskja. a union not only for us, but for our peoples.

the faint smile lingered as he watched for alaric’s reaction, measuring the man’s reception. you would be welcome, along with other moon wolves. a time to celebrate— eat, drink, dance.

he tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening with a flicker of curiosity. would you have a song, or a story, to tell her? something of her bloodline, her roots?

it was a genuine question, not just for kinusi’s sake but for the connection it might weave between them—a thread of kinship bound by words and legacy.