Stone Circle No time

“Thank you,” she speaks into his jaw, parting with a kiss there for only a breath. Astrid’s cries move her and then a trio of wolves sprinting through the mead still her.

“Thank you,” she lifts into a breathless run for them, “thank you for coming.” Her voice is straining but she swiftly leads the dark man to where Gunnar lay. Tears unanchor and her body convulses. Why does he look like that?

Thank you, she wants to speak to Ujurak, but can no longer manage it between sobs. She tears from the den to look for Skáld.