Stone Circle Willful darling, please listen.

She nods, moved voiceless by his sincerity and warmth. It's the same compassion he’d held in his eyes when they first met along the edge of the seer stone circle. She would have her doubts, she always would. But for Gunnar and the pack, she would try.

Until Bjarna came home.

“Thank you, Faðir,” She offers first a revenant dip of head, then pushes  her nose into his fur, to rest her cheek against his own.