Stone Circle In this place where we stand

Skáld prepared his little nest on the now yellowing edge of Tréheim so that it might suit more than just himself, as he kept the children of Taktuq and Gunnar in mind. Often, he stayed with Figment, Tauris and their children- but he knew he slept best when he had a bit more space. He had been cautioned when he'd been young about the effects of sleep deprivation, and how it might make him more likely to have a seizure, so he made sure to give himself some nights on his own where he could sleep deeply and without interruption.

Still, he was always willing to share whatever he had with whoever was in need and so, he made his dug-out nest a bit bigger so it might suit any who wanted to come for a sleepover. He had finished adding a bit of bedding and was heading back to the family den when he caught sight of Tauris. He flicked his ears forward at the sight of her, though even seeing her made his heart ache, to know the pain she felt as well. 

He approached, uttering a low, chuffing sound, and his tail fidgeting about his ankles, in not-quite-a-wag.