Stone Circle In the cold bright dawn

The man was soaked with regret, and it seemed to weigh him down, stones shoved into pockets as the man waded through waters that threatened to come up too high. He’d lived here once before- and she made to ask about his departure when young Sven arrived, calling the man’s name. 

A quick exchange told her that he would be of little concern, potentially. It seemed his departure had likely not been expected. His travels had been long, she thought; lonely. 

You are in good company now, Bonario, She said. Kvarsheim here, it thrives. I am Solveig, Shieldmaiden- new to pack but from old stock. She shared a similar cultural lineage to Sven, after all. She looked to the leader now, to see what he made of his packmate’s return.