Stone Circle In eyes of father to son

Ujurak had much pressing on him now. A responsibility too much for his years. Not even years months. Still a baby. And it made Gunnar's eyes grow wet with the unfairness of it.

A tilt of hos head a small chuckle. I am wide awake. I've slept too much.

The old man shifted careful not to disturb Astrid too much. He sat to his haunches, paws shaky body feeling not his own. Oh to grow old was an adventure and one he found he wasn't a fan of.

How are you Ujurak? You have been so brave and so good, please remember that it is okay not to be those things all the time.