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

She finds the hard cut of his figure among the Circle, and though she cannot discern him by shape alone, she knows him by the stagger of his stride. Upon approach, she steals for herself a moment to watch. There are scars on his body, moonmarks and a painful hip that nevertheless bears weight when he wills it to. Imperfect, but moving despite the marring of war and strife.

His body tells his story.

Tauris worries for him. He is still very much a stranger, but in the short time she’s spent living in his borders, she has grown to respect him- rely on him for food and protection. For everything.

And he enters years when a wolf has earned rest. When now, he should rely on others. Gunnar takes no rest, he shoulders the weight of Kvarsheim. He does so alone. 

“Gunnar?” She calls softly, so as not to startle his moment of peace. “May I join you?”