Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

The kids were okay—he uttered a soft breath, not realizing he had been holding it since his question.

They moved slowly—the tilt of his head in her direction revealing his focus was upon her, and as he heard the concern in her voice, he slowed even more, footsteps coming to a standstill as he swept his eyes over her with a furrowed brow. Was she worried of their last meeting—the tension that had coiled between them… her, fleeing him, tears in her eyes. The corners of his mouth twitched in a downward frown before he made to press his forehead against hers quietly—camaraderie. Was that not what she sought from them?

He remained quiet for a moment—still in the otherwise gloomy day—taking in the moment and allowing her nervousness to subside. “Across the mountains. I haven’t spoken much about it because I don’t want it to be on the pack’s list of concerns,” he offered, only then pulling back gently. “There’s a place called Akashingo that Germanicus knows the way to. Allegedly, a kingdom. It doesn’t seem like a good place to get caught up in… but my eldest daughter is tied to this place and I haven’t seen her in months. I’m going to look for her.”

It was the simplest way to explain it.

It also lacked his deeper thoughts—that perhaps, a mission or journey would temper his own concerns and mood.