Neverwinter Forest morsgol

It was keenly noted by the gentle woman his chosen words—‘the forest welcomes you, too.’ The forest, but not necessarily the wolves that laid down to it each night to rest weary hearts and minds—and next he continued—a time to earn herself among their ranks.

A pale paw lifted to brush at the edge of her cheek a moment before resettling—eyes flickering to him with a warmth. She did not take his words like a blade meant to harm—she knew them for what they were... Encouragement.

To watch Solharr and Callyope come together in union—to see the wolves named for the Moon and Forneskja celebrate as one. All of it warming and welcoming—

—but to be welcomed did not mean to belong. She cast him a sideways glance once more before settling to the vision below—proud land—proud wolves. She liked it here. But she did not remain rooted here. “Is that my path, though?” A genuine question presented—she had come to them to learn. But what then?