Stone Circle PROLOGUE

Ikaros looked down shyly under Gunnar's affectionate display, his brightly colored ears pinning back atop of his blackened crown like a shyly pup. 

"There's something I have to say..."
He couldnt help but shift his paws nervously into the sandy patch of dirt.

"You're a great Faðir," His voice was hushed, his words sloppy. Ikaros was never one to use Gunnar's tongue, he often found it silly; too foreign and in turn strange when compared to his own past. But Tauris had been using them and the boy had a lot of time to think within his death throes.

"Thank you Gunnar. I appreciate it—you, I mean... You've been far more patient and understanding than most would. You gave me a home— a place to stay even when I dared take food from your mouth. Gods—even now you continue to feed me." A chuckle escaped between his lips.

"I want to repay you. Repay Kvarsheim. I want to be a Læknir."