Stone Circle Astragalus

Sven headed towards his brother's call. He had sticks and branches along his spine, pieces sticking in his fur. He had hunted for Astrid. Searched and searched. She was no where to be found. It broke his heart. And he also grew very very angry with her. A type of anger that was slow and methodical and just burned ever constant. He didn't know if this could be forgiven. She had left them all.

He dipped his muzzle to Kristjan and then stood still waiting for their other brother. The stone prince of the stone circles. He was unsure what was going to happen to them. But well at least they had each other right? Right?