Neverwinter Forest longfur

not this time, sólhárr said, his golden eye steady on her. the glade’s frost caught in the fiery hues of his pelt as he shifted slightly, his breath misting in the cold air.

i wanted to see how you are settling in, he added, the weight of his voice softened by genuine curiosity. he studied her, the way her frame carried itself, the flicker of confidence or doubt in her expression. forneskja demanded much of its own, and he needed to know she was prepared to meet it.

is it what you expected? he asked, tilting his head slightly, his focus unwavering.