Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

gunnar, father of kvarsheim.

tauris, the respectable warrior who had come to collect the eagle from the valley.

they were joined by a third kvarsheim wolf, a pretty young woman, belly curved in the carry of new life. ruenna came to his mind, the faces of the children he had failed.

the roman was a man with many regrets, but he did not hold such for what he had done against the witch. was it not for his own son that he had done these things?

and so he was silent, through the word of the man akavir. germanicus had known nothing of that wicked sacrifice, but to hear it now only strengthened his resolve that she should have been put to bitter torture.

he did not miss the note of dismissal in silvertongue's voice, the woman who had borne crowfeather's children and held no maternal air for them. already he had grown fond of the babes, and something like rage touched his nerves at the concept that he might be kept from them or from the shadow at all.

but his silence went on, the yellowpaint eyes inscrutable, the firm figure unmoved by anything that had been said.

he looked toward moss.