Stone Circle It all lies in ruin

Sven stood staring at teh place where his father lay buried. And deep deep shame colored his heart and his mind. He tilted his head forward and sniffed. Once. Twice. He would remember home. He was the last of the Lodbruk's left here on this soil. His brothers, his sister gone. His mother gone. His father gone. Four of them at least he hoped above all hope they were alive out there somewhere.

He rubbed at teh dirt and then shifted and lifted his head. Steel gray eyes on the land that his father had fought for. Had raised them in. And he chirruped softly. 

Lifting his head. A soulful soft howl rang out. Then he would take a few more minutes. One more lope around the pack lands. Then fill what furs he could and carry and he'd be off. Forneskja perhaps or maybe just be alone for a time. His father had whispered stories to him of apack on the short ran by sea queens. That might be worth a visit. If any were alive who knew his father.