Neverwinter Forest longfur

this is good, sólhárr rumbled, the approval evident in his low voice. his golden eye remained fixed on her, the weight of his gaze as steady as the ground beneath their paws.

he tilted his head slightly, considering her words, the faint flicker of a smile that touched her features. is healing what you wish to do? he asked, his tone carrying genuine curiosity.

his breath curled in the cold air between them, his imposing frame somehow softened by the openness in his question. he waited, patient, as though her answer held the weight of shaping her role within forneskja.