I didn't know

And Jaegar, his battle-scarred frame immersed in the tranquil depths, savored the sensations that rippled across his skin. The lagoon's magic seemed to penetrate even the deepest recesses of his wearied form, igniting a subtle vitality within him. As he reclined in the water, he stared at the night sky.

 

There was a veil of mist that permeated the layer, covering them and making them invisible in the mist. 

 

Minutes could have been hours, and yet the stillness of the moment allowed for reflection.

 

As the morning sun began to pierce through the dissipating mist, a new day unfolded over the tranquil lake. Ivar's departure was as silent as his presence had been, leaving behind only the lingering echoes of his aura. 

 

On his noble wolf, he vanished into the horizon without a word or glance back, leaving Jaegar to wonder about his motives.