Stone Circle The years weigh heavy and I'm not sure

Gunnar stood looking over the pack lands, the frayed and beaten pack lands. His heart was leaden like a stone and he couldn't help, the way his eyes watered only just a bit. Bjarna was missing, gone from their fold. He could only hope with Father's heart that she had taken the trip she spoke of. That she was out there safe and happy and free. He hoped this to be true so much. He couldn't hold this against her and bless her heart, she probably hadn't said anything, because his beautiful Bjarna didn't like goodbyes.

He shifted, a hitch in his hip as he walked. Today he felt his age. He was not a young man anymore and he was trying his hardest to hold the frayed pieces together. Keep Kvarsheim going until his beautiful daughter came back, but the simple face was.....he didn't know how long he could or how long he had.

He found himself among the stones of the circle and he bowed his head to them as he passed. He had promised the she wolf Arlette that they would treat them well and he was trying to keep that promise, even if it was not entirely his religion that they circled.