Stone Circle This wolf

Somewhere beyond a thin veil of mist, Skáld roved, enveloped in a level of brain activity that felt both too fast and too slow for him all at once. At times he thought he caught glimpses of something moving, only for those to feel like they’d never passed in front of his mind’s eye at all. 

Outwardly, his muscles slackened slightly, and as Inkeri reached out to touch her nose to his cheek, he felt very little. He slowly slumped to the ground but the moment he did- clarity seemed to return to him, and he sat back up, mildly puzzled as to how he’d ended up nearly on the ground.