Stone Circle gravo

There is something dark beneath the hood of his eyes. And because she has never known so great a pain, the Nornir will mistake it for exhaustion.

He overworks himself. He needs rest.

Her smile is soft, “We are happy to see your face here again. However long you choose to stay.”

It’s the first she’s heard of this western pack. She makes a mental note to ask Fig what he might know of it.

A low call is made for @Gunnar as she assembles the pelts across her shoulders. She will eye the fish in temptation- but Germanicus’ company keeps her honest. She grabs a few between her teeth and walks beside the ranger.