Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

the great hound stands among them. a woman, gone. one of power, perhaps solharr’s. a wife, a seer. the seidkona. he feels the hush, the reverence that stills the others, and in that quiet, he bows his head.
for the old ways. for the chief’s will. for the steadiness of this place even as it moves again.
ġehīered. he murmurs to no one in particular, more to the air itself, perhaps to solharr if his ear still lingers. a voice of assent, of support, spoken low beneath his breath.
at first light, they would walk.
and he would walk with them.