Stone Circle What can break me has a name

A familiar voice weaved through the air. Heeding the summons, the stone prince made haste to join the gathering. Slowing his stride as the stones came into view.

Pausing outside of the circle, his eyes traveled to each face: both wolven and stone. He lingered the longest upon the Patriarch Stone and an old ache resurfaced in his chest.

With a brisk shake Ujurak entered the circle. Smiles given to those present. His step was purposeful as he picked his way to his brother. Bumping the bridge of his nose to Sven's shoulder as he settled beside him.

Good morning.

Turquoise eyes to Skáld. Bright and inquisitive.