Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Skáld did not factor in death. He did not see Gunnar as a man aging, slowing, and whatever hitch there might have been in his step Skáld thought surely must simply be a unique little charm, or reminiscent of some old injury.

”I will hold you to this promise; it means…A lot, Gunnar,” He said, ears flattening and eyes squinting. He did not want yet another one of the wolves he loved wandering off.

The concern about his age did make the boy fret. ”Oh- I, uh, oh, I—-I am not…Not a very good hunter, Gunnar,” He admitted, feeling a bit like a coward.