Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

His insight to the pack they sought was little—Silvertongue’s harsh kiss and biting words prior to his departure was reason enough for trepidation, but the fact that his daughter had been promised to some form of royalty was a red flag he could not ignore. 

Germanicus seemed to hold the same thought as him—the less in numbers the better. They weren’t going to make a threatening statement. This was recon. 

I think it’s wise if Kvarsheim and Riverclan’s existence remain unknown to Akashingo, he offered to Gunnar, his gaze drifting between both men. 

Six days of travel from here. Six back. That was if weather was agreeable and their pace kept. Who knew how long they would remain there… Not long, he hoped. 

He was loathe to be away from his children. But Lilitu’s absence for months on end has become more worrisome.