Stone Circle you shall find that

it is not long before nanoq is greeted; imperial jade gaze taking her in upon her approach. silver and cream, not unlike the colors that ran heavily within his own family.

she greets with a word that feels familiar; nostalgic, like a memory trapped within thick fjord ice. but if he knew what it meant once ...if knows no longer.

memory forgotten and regained had not been seamless, had not been perfect. there are still gaps, areas of shadowy voids.

greetings, nanoq offers with a dip of his head in deference. there is a twist in his gut as she speaks of the standing stones. home. i am nanoq greyback, he offers his own name. a lost son of easthollow. the pack that had called this place home before your ...kvarsheim.

the word feels cottony on his tongue, a tangle of spun spidersilk; unfamiliar.