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

His warmth is stilling as she pushes into his fur, committing his scent like a beacon of Kvarsheim to memory. One cardinal point in an otherwise alien land.

“I am too,” she whispers before pulling back to trace his silver eyes with her own.

Above them the stoneheads preside like a council of old gods. But if they approve of their visitor, they do not deign to answer.