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

She nods. Yes, Bjarna will return to them. She liked to imagine the wolf-girl off exploring some new world, her healing touch gracing someone new who needs her.

Her eyes raises with Gunnar’s question, “It’s been an adjustment,” she admits. “It’s just, I’ve been alone for so long. I know I have a long way to go, but I’m feeling stronger.”

“And Skáld, he’s found me a den. I'm quite fond of him,” Her lips fold into smile. Even if she felt a bit shy to admit, Skáld was quickly growing important to her.

But there was something else too. Tauris stopped in her tracks, lifting her face to peer up at the Faðir.

“Gunnar, I see all you do for us, and…  I worry. You took a chance on me that day you found me at the border. I’ve not forgotten it. I care about this pack. I will do what I can for Kvarsheim. And you. You have my word.”

She knew it wasn’t enough. She knew she wasn’t much. But if her word was all she had to give, then she wanted to give it to Kvarsheim.