Great Bear Wilderness [wp] tukstal

oxen fur draped over his broad shoulders was both a symbol of his heritage and a reminder of the hunt that had marked the union. callyope had departed to speak with her mother, and though he missed her presence at his side, he understood the importance of the moment.

the chieftain’s gaze swept across the mingling crowd, catching the glances of those who turned their heads to watch him. a soft hum of curiosity and pride settled in his chest, his senses attuned to the energy of the gathering. but it was a flicker of movement at the edge of the crowd that drew his attention—a familiar figure, lithe and delicate, slipping between the shadows and light.

@Velia.

the forest nymph, as he had named her, stood just beyond the others, her ethereal presence both grounding and otherworldly. sólhárr straightened, his eye fixed on her as a slow, inviting grin spread across his face. with a slight tilt of his head and a beckoning motion of his muzzle, he called her closer.

velia, he rumbled, his voice low and warm, carrying over the hum of the feast. there was something in the way he stood, the oxen fur accentuating his already imposing frame, that made the invitation impossible to ignore.