Stone Circle In the heart of mothers

He smiled, though the emotion struggled to remain in his expression. More often than not, wolves came and then they left, and while he hoped Inkeri might stay with them, he prepared himself to wake up one day and learn that she too had moved on like the others had. 

The hard lesson he had learned, though, was that it was better to lose someone to wanderlust than it was to lose them to death. 

”Of course,” He said with a nod. ”You are welcome. And Kvarsheim will see Spring soon; the green will come back…Is it still your favourite colour?” He asked.