Neverwinter Forest totem

a recent member of forneskja currently lingered within the neverwinter.

though, as the guardian of the moongrove drew nearer, he noticed that she was not lingering. rather, she moved with an intent, a soiled boar pelt laid amongst her back as she headed in the direction of the whispering pools. for a moment, he simply watched.

but then, he let out a low chuff, and thunderous arms, legs, brought him a few ways behind her, to the left of her figure. lowly, he said: you are ylva, yes? uncertain if she spoke their northern tongue, though his fluency was certainly betrayed by the thickness of the accent upon his tongue. rökkur looked to the pelt. washing it in the pools?

idle conversation, for the most part, but he wished to no longer withdraw, to fully acquaint himself with all wolves of the forest. call it some sort of paternal instinct, now that he knew of his betrothal, but he found himself wishing to ensure the neverwinter was safe, and that started with getting to know the wolves within it, including her.