Stone Circle Homecoming

Her son’s moodiness was noted, but the stalwart leader felt confident that his attitude would improve once they went on a hunt, filled their bellies with warm food, and settled in. She hoped there might be others his age- growing pups for Arrax, Tyraxes and Hilda to play with. 

The leaders who greeted them were young, as she’d been told. She felt lightly skeptical of them, but their friendliness was endearing. The mammoth woman swept forward with a deep laugh to greet both Sven and Ujurak, nose to nose so they might exchange scents. Each was afforded a customary, over-the-top greeting- Sven received a hearty clap to his shoulder with one mighty forepaw, and Ujurak would feel the dull thud of her head against his own. She smiled, all the while.

Ah, it is good season for travelling, She said. But better season still for finding home. Hael og sael to you all; I am Solveig Cairn. You are familiar with my mate, Rusalka, and our son, Arrax. These two here are Tyraxes and Brunhilda, She introduced, though quickly added a correction when she caught a pleading look from her daughter. She waved a paw at the youth. She prefers ‘Hilda.’ And this is our trusted scout and guardian, Greyfalcon, She proclaimed, warmth in her tone. Their most faithful original member would never go without appreciation. 

She returned to her husband’s side, and thumped her tail against his flank. So- shall we hunt? She asked. It would be good to spill blood and feast together to celebrate our union!