Stone Circle Astragalus

Ujurak's ear tilted to the call from his brother. His path to the Stone Circle wound from the prisnálund through the edges of the veiðadýr. Retracing the last known places their sister had been within their home. For her pawprints, an errant scrap of fur, for her. Astrid had been aloof to them for some time in her own grief following faðir's death. Her presence scarce, her voice softened. Even still, she had been there.

How could she just not be there?

The stone prince still held some hope to see her with his brothers. An ache split his chest as he felt the seams of his heart come undone at her continued absence. Old wounds reopening with a new surge of grief. As he greeted his brothers with a gentle brush of his muzzle to Kristjan's shoulder and teasing some debris from Sven's scruff, he knew it was shared.

I am happy to see you both.