Stone Circle on a dare,

Hope you don't mind one more person

Young as the stone prince was, he was not unaware of the growing list of responsibilities that were to be attended to. The investigation of the bold call at their borders preceded them all the instance it reached his ears. The voice held strong in the air.

Join us.

Suspicion fogged his mind in a knee-jerk fashion. It's intensity alarmed the typically good-natured boy. With a few deep breaths to level himself—to remain open-minded—he moved to meet the strangers.

He is relieved to find that Bjorn intercepted the foreign trio. Ujurak arrived on scene at the tail end of the strange woman's introduction. The stone prince chuffed softly to Bjorn as he moved to stand at the veiðimaður's shoulder. Gemstone gaze assessing the strangers and the offerings they brought. A man, two woman. All hale with youth.

Ujurak allowed a stillness to pass his face. The mask of a stone statue to hide the growing trepidation at this encounter. His first, proper, act of diplomacy. Ears turned forward, he rose to his full height.

Greeting Bearclaws, Ujurak's eyes flitted to Bjorn sidelong before returning to the woman who introduced the group. Was he doing this right? What business do you have with the wolves of Kvarsheim?