Stone Circle March on child, March on

He turned his head at the sound of a young boy’s voice, and behind him was none other than Sven, son of Gunnar. Bjorn gave a wag of his tail in return, and patted the ground next to him as the boy approached. “Good day, young Sven. I was just taking a break from border watch, continuing eastward. What are you doing all the way out here?”

Bjorn could tell by look at Sven closer that he seemed to be out of the normal, at least for a pup. He winced when he spoke. He couldn’t imagine how hard yesterday’s ordeal was, all the weight of leadership thrown upon their still young backs. But, Bjorn would be here, and with the help of Skáld, they would help guide the children.