Stone Circle i would rather be heart, not chest

Unrest was the bedfellow of the valley and with it drew a sense of unease within Sven Adlartok Lodbruk. He found himself more present on the borders. Anxious. Fidgety. But he must. He must. He was responsible for many.

A wolf came upon the borders of Winter storms and desert sands. Sven chuffed quietly glad to see another near about his own age. He was wary of course. But surely this one was not some hardened beast right?

Slate grey eyes studied and waited.