Stone Circle Darkness comes swiftly

I hope you don't mind me sneaking in here.

The boy had risen early that morning. Having left the den to embark on another expedition, he had found a particularly good stick for chewing. The only problem was that if was far larger than he was. The conundrum of how to bring it home to his brother and sister was a task soon left abandoned as his little ears caught the sound of staggered footfall.

On fleet paws, Ujurak went to investigate, finding his father. Bouncing with each stride, excitement overtook the boy as he rushed towards him. Tail high and tongue lolling. Faðir!

He skid to a stop near Gunnar's flank. Turquoise eyes beaming up at the elder, his smile was slowly replaced by a puzzled expression. Ujurak had never quite seen his father without a hitch to his step, but he couldn't quite recall his father staggering about either. He was... different.

Faðir? Are you okay?