Stone Circle north

Gunnar had not known where Taktuq had gone, but it had concerned him only a little. Her age, wolves came and went often. He had been as such. IF they truly wanted to come home, they always found their way back. He had.

He heard her call on the wind and moved his old and achy body towards it. It was growing worse with each winter season, but after a few loping strides it would loosen and he could move.

SHe was think, looked a bit feral touched, but it was still the same youngling that had been there months before.

Hello TakTuq. He spoke quietly. Welcome home.