Neverwinter Forest tassel

he rumbles softly, yellow eyes full of warmth shifting now to the woman. he looks upon her with mild surprise painting his handsome countenance.

“norðurslóða fjöll?” he asks almost from shock. he is receptive to her. his tail hitches into a faster wag now, like a brush eager to paint them both in their splendor. he knows now this woman hails from the same lands as both he and hárkonungr—she may as well be kin!

well, he hoped not. he did not want her to be kin, for she was far too pretty. now that he thinks about it, there were not many pretty women in his family. so they are okay, for sure...

"ylva far from home.” his gaze softens and his head tilts. "norðurslóða fjöll is mountains away, with huldfall and vetrfjörðr. why leave?"

next, he is insulted by her comment but he laughs instead, perhaps proving her right. “luhtar no talk too much. luhtar smart, keep track. you just not listen! eyes on snow, hawk-woman.”