Stone Circle March on child, March on

There was a pain beeween the boys shoulder blades. Alien and unfamiliar, but it hung there right between his spine and his neck. A dull ache that throbbed and grew. He was too young to realize that stress could often manifest in the physical.

Astrid was mad. He and hia brothers hurt. Wolves were leaving. It felt as if their fathers legacy was crumbling into ruin at their feet. All because they were trying to keep it together. Also too young too realize that sometimes even with the best of intentions things fell apart. Another lesson they all must learn. 

He walked with minced steps, slate eyes on the horizon. When he came across the wolf Bjorn. A wag of his tail followed by a wince because it hurt.

Heya Bjorn!