Stone Circle In the heart of mothers

Skáld had learned that change was an inevitable part of life. The children grew, and the pack evolved with time. The seasons changed and passed, as did his own body and mind. But some things stayed the same- and it was little things that remained evergreen that he adored. 

”Yes, green it is,”[/i] He said, eyes shimmering. Even as life went on, perhaps it might be something they would always have in common.

He gestured, welcoming her. ”Let’s get you settled in,” He said. Later, he would inform the others of her return, and of her status as a welcome hunter in their midst.