Stone Circle What can break me has a name

The wind carries a mixture of wolf song and scent to call her forth. To join her fellows in the stone circle. Heeding the call of their Anda, she is quick on her feet. Ears swiveling for any additional notices.

She takes her place within the circle. Gaze sweeping the gathering. How many were they missing yet? All of Gunnar and Taktuq's children were present. Swfit too. But only Skáld stood present for their leadership. Bjorn and Moss both were present as well. Her tongue parted her lips briefly before she set her brightened her face with a polite smile.

She could only wait patiently to hear why they've been gathered.