Stone Circle i would rather be heart, not chest

The birds were leaving and with it seemed, so was Kvarsheim. Each day their numbers grew smaller. It made Sven both nervous and afraid. What would become of them? But he could not deny that the birds that left them were not beautiful in their flight. Just as his wolves were. 

A small smile and he dipped his head. An easy grace to his features. No worries. I'm Sven. We are Kvarsheim. There are two or three others taht settle this valley and more further still.

A shift of his weight and he settled to an easy stance. Are you enjoying the walk through the valley?