Stone Circle all come to look for america

Summons on the wind drew her attention and she heeded her friend's call. Vale's ears cupped forward as she caught sight of the nornir in the highlands. The air of grief still loomed over Kvarsheim. A low hanging fog that felt familiar in some ways but still proved hard to navigate.

Vale approached her friend with a low wag of her tail, extending her nose to Tauris's shoulder. Gentleness to temper the hard edges that cut into the nornir's posture. You called? Golden eyes set upon pale gray.

Is something wrong?