Neverwinter Forest dunestag

sólhárr stood tall beneath the open sky, the biting wind pulling at his thick fur as clouds churned above, threatening snow. his lone golden eye scanned the horizon, sharp and searching. he tilted his head back and let out a low, commanding howl, the sound rolling like thunder across the frozen expanse.

@Cicero Dvořák

his voice carried through the frigid air, resolute and expectant, leaving no doubt that he intended to be heard. the weight of what needed to be said hung heavy on him, but the hárkonungr was nothing if not patient. he waited, his breath misting in the cold, his stance steady and unwavering.