Stone Circle We were right 'til we weren't

Gunnar smiled. White wolf, very pretty.

He nodded. He could remember Taktuq well. She had wandered again, but he didn't doubt she'd return someday. Everyone always did. No matter what. He had, hadn't he.

Gunnar shrugged a small shoulder. We don't have many customs. I pray to the gods my father taught me. We have wolves from all walks of life. My daughter and I speak Icelandic, we have two among our numbers that speak Nordic. One follows a raven god. As long as you treat everyone respectfully and kindly, we will get along just fine. But we wouldn't want you uncomfortable.

He shook his head. No, we know it is special, but not why. So we treat it with reverence. Some of our numbers even leave offerings there.

He spoke both english and translated to icelandic for Bjarna.