Stone Circle stand next to the spire of my crumbling

seems like a good place to wrap this up so i just wrote up a little conclusion and archived it. :-)

Wardruna does not look up as she exits the den but knows she did not go far as he hears her pulling the meat instead. She does not eat it, though, and his ears flatten against his head, tucking his nose beneath a large paw. The northerner offers his thrall no other words. Instead, he stays true to his word of being tired. He closes his eyes and before he really has time to think about it he is asleep.

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