Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Gunnar took Skáld inexperience in his stride and gracefully, in a manner both gentle and reassuring, he coached the boy, simultaneously teaching him and coaxing him a bit of out his shell. A playful child, Skáld was eager to please the patriarch of the pack, and summoned up whatever courage he had which amplified when combined with the affection he had for the fatherly figure.

He followed Gunnar’s instruction smilingly, and began to roam around, his nose held low. He hummed softly to himself as he sniffed this way and that, until he caught the scent of wild mountain thyme. He buried his nose in the bush and inhaled deeply, exhaling happily. It always made him feel soothed and happy. 

The prey animals, it seemed, would smell more earthy. So he abandoned the flowers, and roved along hoping to find something that might smell more musky.