Stone Circle Exitlude

Memorial/funeral service for @Gunnar. Any who wish to attend are welcome, including those from neighboring packs, Swiftcurrent & Riverclan, or otherwise friends of his. No posting order.

@Figment @Germanicus @Ingram @Ulfhild @Inkeri @Bonario @Skáld @Bjorn @Vale Enid @Astrid @Kristjan @Katla @Ujurak @Sven @Swift @Reverie

They drove on without song, to the place where stood the ancients omnipresent and the tufted lea sent shivering in the coming winds of morning. Beneath the patriarch, the tallest of the monoliths, the one who overlooks them all, a grave was dug.

In it would go Gunnar. Their leader.

A bleary stare saw the wolves of Kvarsheim assemble, young men and young women in the level field. She drifts from where she’d been placed beside Fig and Skáld, Swift and Kat at their feet. She turns to address the mourning faces. She looks at Gunnar’s children. There is nothing to say to convince them this world is not cruel. She does not have the words. But perhaps Gunnar does.



“We are gathered to honor the life of Gunnar Ivarr Loðbrók. Faðir of Kvarsheim. Son of Thistle Cloud and Ragnar. Husband to Taktuq. Father to Astrid, Ujurak, Sven and Kristjan;

and to Skáld, and Bonario. And to Vale and Bjorn. To Ingram, Germanicus, Merry and Inkeri, Figment, Swift, Katla and Lemmikki. To Tauris.

Gunnar was a father to us all.

We can close our eyes and pray he’ll come back,
Or we can open them and see all he’s left for us.

We can turn our backs on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or we can welcome tomorrow, because of yesterday.

We can remember him and only that he's gone,
Or we can cherish his memory and let it live on.

We can close our minds, be empty, turn our backs,
Or we can live as Gunnar has:
Smiling, with opened eyes,
to love, and live on."



Tears stream over the curves of her cheeks, she looks out into the pack, eyes searching for Astrid and her brothers, and any who may now wish to say something for Gunnar.