Stone Circle This wolf

Skáld would have been easily swayed to choose the same season as Inkeri, simply because he wanted to be more amenable. But when he thought about it, he could only remember seasons in which struggle had occurred. 

The previous summer had been when the heat had struck him with fits. His mother had come and gone. Fall had shown him that leaves died, and Winter had been brutal. Spring was when Bjarna had left, and when he’d been lost- but still, it had been when he had met Tauris and returned. 

”Spring. Spring, when green comes back. And…Animals. Maybe someday, boar.” He said, as his gaze became slowly more absent. His head tilted slightly, and he relaxed his jaw. In his mind’s eye, he saw the white boar, and followed it into a haze. He remained quiet- absent, but peaceful as if lost in thought.