Stone Circle Kin

Ice…landic, Cad repeated this language with a faraway voice.

The young medic had never heard of such a thing! In his mind, the icelands were cold and shifting. They floated upon great oceans of frigid water. The wolves would hunt atop the ice. Their paws would be trained to navigate the cold and the sea beneath it. In this image, he could see the man Gunnar chasing along the edge of the imaginary glacier.

Bjarna drew Cad’s features to her with an exclamation that warmed his heart.

How could a man not smile at such a bright voice? How could her eyes not break even the harshest of brutes?

Bjarna teach? he asked her softly, hoping to know if he might learn from the girl. To Gunnar, Cad dipped his narrow snout and waved his tail. A home I might be able to serve. I’ve- I’ve lost some of my memory, sir. I cannot promise I will stay forever, but I will stay until I know where I’m meant to go next… if you’ll have me.