Stone Circle In the cold bright dawn

He shouldn't have come back.

Bonnie knew.

He stayed at the borders, unmoving. Instead, only feeling his feet in the soil. When was the last time that he had done this? None of which had gone well- perfect, at this point, would be a meeting that did not involve the sink of teeth in his muzzle. Worse, his own temper was usually the one to start it.

Would it happen again? It could. What was underestimating his own mouth? Maybe that was why his jaw clenched so tightly. Fucking hurt, and-

A man now. No longer a boy. But standing there, he still felt like that same kid who couldn’t get anything right.

Ruined friendships, alliances, shaken families.. The kids of kvarsheim did not need Bonnie's return, of all people, to shake up their lives more than they'd already been in their early days.

Months alone turned the man skin and bones again. To no ones fault of his own, of course. Trying to fatten up didn't work, and it had been tried, just to read more appealing to Gunnar's true blood. He wore his failures on his coat, humiliated.

It was only that he never had a home until them.