Neverwinter Forest eat your heart,

a beautiful memory, he responded, preening, now, at the fur upon her head, the beginnings of her neck, behind her ears. the tilt of her head finds his nose lingering at the space between her glacier-blue eyes, before he, too, pulls away. though he does not move too far, simply rearing his head back upon his neck, his chest. the medic moves her herbs, then, and moves to look towards him completely. rökkur did not turn his gaze away from hers, scarlet meeting those of ice, unwavering, a seriousness within him.

his face seems to harden, for a moment, before he releases a breath and turns away from her. he moves only slightly, carrying himself back in the direction for a pace, maybe two, before he stills himself upon the earth. sólhárr told me of the path the gods have laid out for us, the guardian explains, then. i have no issue with him, nor this path, nor you, íruna, he gave a single step of his right paw so that he may curve his body to look upon her. and please, do not think of me as upset, nor angry. but i know you hid the kings' words from me, and i hate to be out of the loop, rökkur returned to her.

his body, close to hers, breaths mingling. his words, a whisper in her ear, his temple against her own. his sentence came low: i wish you had told me. close. together.

if we are to be betrothed, he said, now. i want us to share with one another.