Stone Circle Grace, just hold me in your arms

"Everything?" He questioned, giggling into her soft fur. He was more than willing to be hugged, and leaned into her embrace, nosing his muzzle deep into her soft, wooly fur. More and more, he became surprised at how small she felt, though. She'd never been a huge wolf, but she seemed smaller and smaller every time they hugged. He was unaware, of course, that with every hug, he grew.

"I think I will be Markvörður," He said. "It will be easier than having to be everything!"