Neverwinter Forest morsgol

sólhárr lifted his head at the quiet approach, his single golden eye settling on the woman with the weight of measured appraisal. the snow crunched softly beneath her steps, her movements light. she was no stranger here, yet still an outsider in ways that mattered.

reilly, he greeted, voice a low rumble, warm as a hearth but steady as the mountain beneath them. his tail flicked once, a brief acknowledgment of her presence, before his gaze returned to the distant line of trees.

for a moment, he did not speak, content in the silence that stretched between them, but then—what do you see? a simple question, yet something searching beneath it. he was not a man prone to idle words; if he asked, it was because he wanted to know.