Stone Circle They speak

"Looking for someone?"

There was a girl. Quiet and golden, and reminded him of a certain someone who had crossed his path some time ago. 
But that was some time ago, and time was now. 

Wrapping around a stone, flank to the cold rock of Gunnar's standing grave, staring with a dipped head and downed ears. He wasn't very good with kids. She'd probably learn herself that he wasn't much better than one too.