Stone Circle new home with new faces

Vale's tail wagged gently. Well met indeed. Her head tilted as the old wolf answered her question. You left for a time? Vale stopped to ponder what kind of life Gunnar had. His pelt was a testament to his age. Silvered by time. Thinking back, was it her mother or father that called gray hairs wisdom streaks? Well, that didn't quite matter, she had the chance to ask questions, after all.

Was there a reason you came back? She could understand leaving home. And truly she imagined that he had grown homesick. Although, a rude little thought spurned a furtive glance to the stones. Well... He was old. But that had to be asking too much!