Stone Circle north

Gunnar tilted is head and returned her smile. He had roved and ranged most of his younger years, so he could understand that displacement. That sense of wanderlust that always seemed to accompany those that traveled so much. And that deep want of some place to just stay. But even when you did it never quite felt right. Like a pelt to big, or loose.

Knowing eyes looked over the girl, and though he hoped she had good news. He wasn't surprised when he didn't get it. How he longed to find the mother of the pack. But he couldn't leave those under his care any further. Even the one boy was gone now, off into the wilds. Gunnar had let him go.

I am well enough. And Bjarna too. She is coming into her own. And what of you darling girl? How are you faring?