Great Bear Wilderness [wp] tukstal

after a pause, he gave a slow nod, his expression softening. this was my path, he said, his voice low, carrying the quiet certainty of a man who had walked through both fire and frost. one carved for me long before i could understand it.

his gaze shifted briefly, glancing toward the bustling crowd of wolves behind them, the remnants of the feast still alive with warmth and laughter. but i did not always know, he admitted, his tone quieter now, as if speaking a truth only for her. not at first. it revealed itself in time. with each choice, each step, the path became clearer.

he turned back to velia, his gaze steady but kind. you will find your path too, he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. not all answers come at once, skógnymfa. some we discover as we walk forward, as the light of máni guides us.