Neverwinter Forest [PH] torruk

PACK HUNT! First round ends Wed., Feb. 26!

the morning air was sharp with frost, biting at his nose as sólhárr stepped onto the snowy rise. his breath fogged the crisp air, gold eye scanning the lowlands where pine and ice met in a vast, endless stretch. the thaw crept in slowly, but the cold still ruled this place.

it was a good day for blood.

his chest rumbled with a low breath, grounding himself before he tipped his head back, parting his jaws in a long, commanding howl. it carried far over the glacier, a summons that would not be ignored.

we hunt elk. strong one!

there was no mistaking the tone—this was not a request. it was a call to arms, a promise of meat and marrow for those who proved worthy.

sólhárr stood tall, ear flicking to the wind as he waited. soon, they would gather. soon, they would run. soon, the snow would be stained red.