Stone Circle A boy once wandered here, now a man stands broken

Sven was alone again. Ujurak had dispersed and he could not blame him. But something kept Sven in the Teekon wilds. A call that hung heavy in his bones, and blood. In his heart.  He had watched the stone circle and noticed that the wolves he had once fought with were no longer hanging around. So he made his way back home and he dug around. He began to erase their scent adding his own. Tracing long worn foothills and footpaths that he had once traced. 

The borders something he knew so well, he walked them without a second thought. Could he rebuild Kvarsheim. He did not know and he doubted he would name it as such. That name belonged to a different boy. Now a burdened man. He would do what he could. But without bodies well.