Stone Circle Exitlude

There were no words that the paper and ink wolf could give. Nothing that could make this hurt go away, or help the family miraculously heal. Their Fadir was gone and though she hadn't known the love of a father, she had known the love of a mother and she knew the heart that beat in Gunnar's chest had been a kind one.  So it was a sadness that colored the day. Another good one gone to the other worlds. Where those left would mourn.

She found her way to the funeral and she settled in sea green gaze on the now quiet mound of dirt. That housed the patriarch of Kvarsheim.

She bowed her head when words were spoken. Unsure what to say, but feeling the pain regardless.