Neverwinter Forest speja heiminn

his breath came heavy, curling in the crisp air as he looked down at pangur, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his bloodied muzzle.

when pangur straightened and moved toward the carcass, he watched her with quiet amusement, his single amber eye glinting. she was a mess, and so was he, but the pride in her step mirrored his own. this victory was theirs to share.

heh, he said after a moment, shifting to take the brunt of the ox’s weight. with a low grunt, he nodded toward her. they’ll be waiting.

together, they began the long trek back, their footsteps marking the snow, the ox trailing behind them as a testament to their hunt. sólhárr said little, but the shared effort, the weight of the kill, and the faint glint of approval in his eye spoke volumes. their bond, like the hunt, was forged in quiet understanding and unyielding determination.

the gods had smiled upon them this day.