Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

Much like Ujurak, Sven was not battle tested. He was inexperienced in the realm of body to body to harm. However, unlike Ujurak he was not wholly inexperienced. While his brother had been away. Sven had sparred and hunted. Learned his worth and how paw and teeth met flesh and how best to handle oneself. And as such he thought of all those memories and skills and brought them forthwith as best as he could. Was he a match for the dark man. Heavens no. But he was a Lodbruk and he was not unlearned.

So he backed up eyes narrowed. And he stalked around the man. Watching for any weakness. Any path forward where teeth could meet flesh. Head low to protect his throat. Body coiled in ways of warriors.

Sven did not know exactly why his brother was fighting, but he could guess. Because only one thing, perhaps two would make his brother violent. A protection for family or the stone circle. And since Sven didn't know this man. He surmised it was a bid for stone circle. And it infuriated him.

Sven spoke his voice colder than it had ever been. 

leggurðu einhvern tíma þína eigin leið?

A lift of lip over teeth a deep seated snarl. Sven had fought for this land while Ujurak was gone. He had tended the hearth and kept his people fed. And he had not minded. Yet now another came and spilled his family's blood on his father's grave. Unacceptable! He continued to circle.

eða byggir þú alltaf á feðrabeinum og æskublóði?

I would like it known that the translation direct was much cooler lol.it said Do you always rely on ancestral bones and youthful blood