Stone Circle áhyggjur

Gunnar was worried about the numbers, there was no ifs and or buts about it. They were losing members. He sighed, as he stared out over the broad expanse they had made home.

They had the numbers to get by, but he was one of the sole providers and it weighed heavily on him. He was used to small numbers before. Had them with his parents as he had grown, then again with Saena, and now here with Sanja.

His eyes caught onto the small white girl and he chuffed in greeting. When she came upon him, he'd nudge her in the circle of her forehead and hum fatherly. He felt her like his own.