Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

sólhárr watched pangur with a faint glimmer of amusement in his single golden eye, her enthusiasm for the task evident in every word she spoke. he nodded, a slow, deliberate motion, as if her assurances alone were enough to satisfy him.

if your leg feels better, we could hunt something big, he offered, his tone measured but not without a trace of eagerness. he knew the importance of unity and how shared victories brought wolves together. a feast from a grand hunt would do more than fill their bellies; it would solidify the bonds forming within forneskja.

his gaze lingered on her for a moment, appraising but not unkind, before shifting to the glen around them. the wedding would be magnificent, he had no doubt, but for now, his focus returned to the here and now, to the simple things that would make forneskja whole.