Stone Circle Homesick

The distance between them was only the reach of their arms. Her throat with heaviness burns only for a moment before yielding to tears and a breadth of pride for the wolf who was no longer a child. Not only in stature, or words, but in his humility. She draws his chest against her own full, joining the four of them until all shadows meld to only one.

Through the tears breaks a laugh and into his cheek she nods and presses her third kiss, “and three.” A year ago there was no home. Now it cradles her up in its arms, she will not part from it. Home started with Skáld.

“I’ve missed you. Have you been keeping busy?” She grooms the salt from his cheeks and bridge of nose as the cubs tickle her belly. And then riding on a deep elation, “I want to move soon, Skáld. To Tréheim, so we can be together. All of us.”