Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

hárkonungr lay stretched across a flat expanse of stone, his amberhewn fur silvered by the moonlight spilling from above. the night was still, the air crisp and quiet save for the soft rustle of leaves and the distant murmur of water. his remaining eye was closed, his breaths slow and steady, as though the light itself had lulled him into a rare moment of peace.

the glow of the moon bathed him, its touch cool and gentle, tracing the hard lines of his body and softening the edges of his imposing frame. he shifted slightly, his paws curling beneath him as he drank in the quiet energy of the night. this was no idle rest—it was communion, a silent connection to the máni, to the ancient traditions he carried like a mantle on his broad shoulders.

the glow above seemed to pulse faintly, a rhythm sólhárr matched with each rise and fall of his chest, his thoughts turning inward, drawn to the timeless wisdom whispered by the light.

@Luhtar