Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

sólhárr surged forward, his powerful stride eating up the ground as the ox turned toward the cliffs. its bellow echoed, a mix of panic and defiance, but he was relentless, his golden eye locked on the beast.

the spires below were unforgiving, a natural trap laid by the land itself. he barked sharply to pangur, a signal to drive the beast closer to the edge.

his muscles coiled as he veered to the side, cutting off the ox’s retreat. teeth bared, he lunged for the beast’s flank, snapping at its hind leg to force it into a tighter turn. the ox stumbled, hooves scrabbling against loose rocks, but it regained its footing with a desperate heave.

keep it moving, he growled toward pangur, his voice carrying through the frosty air. the hunt was closing in, the cliff’s edge drawing nearer with each pounding step of the ox’s massive hooves.

this was the moment—the culmination of their strategy and strength. he moved like a shadow alongside the beast, his presence a constant pressure that would not let it rest or recover. its fate hung on the edge of the jagged cliffs, where sólhárr’s determination and pangur’s fire would bring it down.