Stone Circle if you're gonna tell them everything

Sven eased his stance even more, but he didn't move or give quarter. This was still his home. He had been here alone for sometime, but he had guarded it. Had caches in it. He was zealous and studious in his fallen heirdom. Even if he stood on rubble and sadness. 

A nod. I am. We were a small family group, but when father died. Well like many things it all splintered. He was an old man and due his rest, but he was what kept us all together. I think. My siblings and I tried to keep afloat, but one by one they all disappeared into the wilds.

Sven did not feel bad that the she wolf felt defensive. Her family may have been here, but they  hadn't been in much time. It had been his that had been here last. And his mother had breathed into existence a strong feeling of defensiveness and care for the stones. 

A shake of his head. I am Lodbruk, my mother was Taktuk Nanurjuk Ateneq, her mother Nanook. I am afraid that is all I know. She left before she could tell me much more of her family. And my father, he told me much, but it is dim. I was a young child when he died, and my memory is not the greatest.