Stone Circle How lucky you are to be so unlucky

@Gunnar

Bjarna was gone. Gone, gone, gone —
And somehow Sól remained. Bereft and fallen into a deep depression, but here. The wolfdog's melancholy was nearly tangible as she searched Kvarsheim's grounds one more time for any sign of her pale savior. Her ears and tail hung low, and her eyes brimmed with sadness. But there was something volatile to the energy around her, too. Something that threatened to snap, to seize the world and wring it violently until it spat out Bjarna from wherever she was tucked away.
Sól did not take well to abandonment.