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

As the patriarch was fond of saying he was old, not dead. But his body was not as strong as it once was. Oh he still could fight he supposed, though his wounds would take longer to heal. He could still rove and hunt. It just wasn't as easy as it had been one. And his pain was a reminder of a youth spent well.

Gunnar smiled and nodded. Very well, but if you find you don't like it. You come home, yes? You come back home to us. We want you happy.

A soft sigh as he remembered. I was born here on the coast a place called Stavanger Bay to Thistle Cloud and Ragnar. I had many siblings, and half siblings. My father was a wild oat sower. he said it with a soft huff of a laugh, his eyes going warm, but sad. He hadn't liked how his father had hurt his mother. It had hurt him too.

Then when I was about a year old I left, roamed for a bit, found my mother's former home after father was killed. She and I stayed there. She was never the same after he died you know. Just almost gave up. But then we came back when she was ready to die. She wanted to be near where he was buried and i've been back now for almost a year. I've been a rover, an outrider, a hunter.