Neverwinter Forest forwards beckon

@Pangur

the warmth of the hunt’s victory still lingered in sólhárr ’s veins as they crested the final rise. ahead, steam rose from the earth like a ghostly veil, curling into the chilled air and promising respite from the blood and toil that clung to them both. the natural baths, hidden within forneskja’s heart, glimmered with an inviting heat that defied the winter’s chill.

he glanced at pangur, a wry smirk tugging at his muzzle as they reached the edge of the springs. her fur was streaked with the remnants of their hunt, her triumph evident in the set of her shoulders despite the mess she carried.

the gods bless us with water to cleanse, he said, stepping forward and lowering his muzzle to the steam. his voice held a teasing note as he flicked his tail toward the nearest pool. and you look like you could use it, pangur.

his own coat bore the evidence of their victory, streaked with blood and dirt. with a huff, he stepped into the warm embrace of the water, the heat pulling a deep sigh from his chest. he turned his gaze back to her, amber eye gleaming.

come, before you scare the rest of the pack with that face of yours. his tone was light, but there was no mistaking the quiet camaraderie beneath his words. this was their reward, a moment of shared peace amidst the chaos of the hunt.