Neverwinter Forest ttistigat

hárkonungr.

luhtar’s voice is low, riddled with a distant solemnness. he strolls forward, doing his best to roll the thick tension from his winter-forged pelt. his breath comes in slow huffs, fogging in the crisp air as his head hangs low, yellow eyes smoldering.

he halts a respectful distance away, his gaze steady on the elder wolf. for a moment, luhtar remains silent, waiting to be addresses. then, his ears flick, and he shifts his weight, the sound of snow crunching beneath him breaking the quiet.