Stone Circle There it stood silent

Sven’s warm demeanor visibly wilted before he spoke a word. Seal’s ears pinned back against her head as her brows knit, concerned something terrible had befallen Kvarhsheim.

He was vague about the circumstances, but it didn’t really matter. Kvarsheim had been whittled down to a single member: Sven, who proclaimed himself a ghost of the Stone Circle.

It was macabre. Seal chewed her lip, sullenly. “Oh Sven, I am so sorry…” she said quietly as her carob eyes skimmed over the young man’s face and its withdrawn expression. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to be the last one standing. It made her consider @Treepie and Alaric upon the Spear…

Briefly, she placed her smaller paw upon his. She didn’t know quite what to say. The problem-solver in her wanted to blurt out possible solutions.

Come with me to Moonglow! Kukutux will know what to do.

Redhawk Caledra might be looking for members?

…But saying these things didn’t feel right. In fact, it felt like it would have discredited Sven’s legacy. Maybe it was okay to not try and fix things right away. Maybe it was okay to be sad in the moment.

She withdrew her paw. The sun began to sink.

“Want to hunt dinner with me?” She suggested, hoping he would accept her company. It wasn't like she had anywhere to go, anyways. Maybe she was a ghost, too.