Neverwinter Forest warmth

he let out a low rumble, almost a hum, at her words. “smart,” he muttered, glancing back toward the flowerbed as they left it behind. “nornir always watching. seiðkona too.” his face settles into a knowing smirk. he would regret to anger seiðkona. she was kind and soft, luhtar had yet to face the womanly wrath surely lurking beneath her kindred demeanor.

luhtar sat across from her, thick tail swishing upon the snowfelt ground. relaxed. calm. he is glad to be in yngvi's presence. to share a meal with her feels comforting, visible in the way the tension upon his shoulders from a long day seems to alleviate. he watches her with quiet eyes, his form sloping downwards, shoulders hunched and head hanging low against a thick chest. a large, hefty paw reaches forth to shuffle the portions she offered him nearer. a cut of lean meat and a thick haunch, he grumbles with please. nodding head in thanks.

thank you. he returns the kind words. he speaks with a soft voice and he does not eat until she has her first bites, and before he reaches to take his own bites, mutters a soft prayer to máni and skadi for guiding his hunt. you kind to share. he says, eyes poking upon her. he rips a few bites from the haunch, one paw holding it firm beneath him so that he might chew at the gristle easier.

how you have settled in? he hums.