Neverwinter Forest [m] white beak

little stalker from the brush...callyope and sólhárr watch like proud parents...skippable!

sólhárr arrived in the quiet way of a wolf who trusted his presence alone to command attention. his golden eye caught the dance of teeth and limbs between the stranger and luhtar, and for a moment, his lips twitched with approval.

drengr, he rumbled low, under his breath. he was out of sight. she knew their tongue, their ways—an unexpected familiarity in a stranger.

his focus shifted, then, to @Callyope, her warmth still lingering against him. she ran right into his arms! a single step toward her closed the distance as he spoke, his voice softer now. look at them dance, he said simply, the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

but his attention returned to the sparring pair, watching the clash of wills with a quiet intensity, the golden light of forneskja’s blood reflected in his stance.