Stone Circle fallen through the stones

Like his father, Arrax was a practical wolf. Of course, Solveig had told her children of their culture; of traditions and alters and Old Gods. The boy had listened and learned, but remained unsure of the stories his mother recited – he had never seen physical proof of these Gods.

Even the strange stone monument of Kvarsheim had him unconvinced, and Arrax lifted his lip in a snarl as the man stammered beneath them, eager to be rid of him and his nonsensical pleading.

Yet, the single word – hörgr – was enough to stay his fangs for now. Arrax stared at the man dubiously before looking back to Eivor, a single brow raised.

"Hefur þú komið hingað áður, innbrotsmaður?" he murmured sternly in his mother's tongue, testing the man.