Stone Circle destiny is all

Sven shifted as the man came into his space. Not to avoid, but rather to give room while gathering scent and as manners dictated. A soft smile, lighting up the steel of his eyes. This was a kind man, Sven felt. 

Sven chuckled. Ég veit ekki hvort við erum það. En ég er sáttur við það.

And for a moment his thoughts went ot his siblings. There had been three of norse here once upon a time. four if you counted his father. 

He shifted and looked around. hover=This is the stone circle. And no need to hunt yet. Come rest. Eat.]Þetta er steinhringurinn. Og engin þörf á að veiða ennþá. Komdu og hvíldu þig. Borðaðu.[/hover]