Stone Circle What can break me has a name

The summons had caught Swift at the right time — at the conclusion of his hunt. Successful, he carried the plump ground squirrel to the stones, his head carried high and proud and he strolled cock-sure in to join the few who had already gathered. He was certain to look around to see if anyone noticed what a good catch he had made, and this alone was the reason he came. To show it off.

His mother was the only figure in his life to hold authority he seldom disrespected, and with her gone he would have joyfully ignored poor Skald, who did not at all deserve the boy's dismissal. Although it wasn't so much about Skald himself as that Swiftlet couldn't endure boredom whatsoever, and pack meetings were a bore. He could think of a hundred things he'd rather do, but mostly —

He would rather hunt.