Stone Circle What can break me has a name

Kristjan arrived eagerly to the summons; not unlike a ray of light filtered through morning fog. He beamed at his packmates, still filled with an insurmountable joy at the return of their Anda, and he greeted them each with affection.

Great catch! he told Swift, giving his pseudo-brother a friendly nudge on his ruffled shoulder as he appraised the tricky catch in his jaws. The silver-trimmed boy was turning out to be an excellent hunter, Kristjan had noticed, though the arrogant trapper hardly needed the reassurance. Give me some pointers later on?

He detoured to give Skáld, Bjorn, and Moss his warmest regards before joining the line of his siblings. He gave each of his littermates an adoring nibble or nuzzle, then reclined tall beside Astrid, looking expectantly towards the Anda.