Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

No sooner did his suggestion to keep the majority of the valley’s inhabitants off the radar of the palace did his name come from behind—drawing his muzzle up sharply, eyes drifting to find Wren trailing closer to him. Surprise flickered across his features momentarily. “Wren?”

Gunnar excused them then—Germanicus offering a silent nod as he drifted further down the borders of Kvarsheim, no doubt settling his thoughts as they prepared to leave. To Gunnar he would give a nod as well—and with that, a gentle press of his shoulder to the Gamma, slowly trailing after the direction of Germanicus, though keeping his tone hushed. Why was she here? “Is everything okay at the creek?” Then, a quickening in his chest. “Are the pups okay?”