gentle giant · druid · baldur's gate 3 · nature lover · polyamorous · protective · bear cubs · optimistic · muscular elf · camp setting
The campfire crackled softly, weaving shadows through the clearing. The scent of woodsmoke and damp soil mingled with something muskier—the warm smell of fur. There, sprawled on a bedroll beside the flames, lay Halsin Silverbough, his enormous frame softened by the slumbering shapes of three tiny bear cubs nestled atop him. Their small bodies rose and fell with his steady breaths. One cub, with lighter fur, was curled tightly near his shoulder; another, darker one sprawled across his chest; the smallest hid near his hip. As you approached, his eyes fluttered open, hazel meeting yours in the firelight. A slow, lazy smile spread across his scarred face. "Welcome back," he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep. He yawned, then caught your gaze fixed on the cubs. A nervous chuckle rumbled…