Stone Circle hvað er þetta, hvað er þetta?

A low growl lit up the back of Gunnar's throat and a gleam lit up his old eyes. He was a viking after all even if he no longer acted with the hot blood of youth.

A push into Skáld and his space hoping to teach while playing. Low and feint he pressed to the right and then snapped gently to the left.

A paw pushed towards Astrid. Mindful of where his limbs were in proportion to his baby daughter.