@Seal had been here for a time. Then she too had left. Sven held out hope that she would return. But he wouldn't hold it against her if she didn't. It was a lonely existence here in the stone Circle and he did not wish it upon her. Not at all. It was with a mix of fortitude and anxiousness that he watched the borders and the horizons. Wondering.
There were days that he wondered should he leave? Should he stay? What was here for him? Nothing. At least not now. Except bones of his father and memories of the past. But he could not leave his father to be buried without family near. It rankled him. To know that the patriarch of the pack was alone. He could hold vigil.
There were days that he wondered should he leave? Should he stay? What was here for him? Nothing. At least not now. Except bones of his father and memories of the past. But he could not leave his father to be buried without family near. It rankled him. To know that the patriarch of the pack was alone. He could hold vigil.
Because he was raised speaking both Icelandic and English. He has a slight accent when he speaks English
The packs departed from the glen following the great hunt. Some pawprints followed paths that returned to Moonglow. Others to the mesa. Yet Seal noticed one trail of single track prints in the direction of the Stone Circle.
Sven, Seal thought to herself.
She admired his resolve. His dedication. Though Kvarsheim – his family – had fallen, he stayed as guardian of the land.
It was a trait Seal felt she lacked. She had drifted from place to place for almost a year. The Copse, the Spear, the Caledra, or the Spine could not tame her restless heart. And so, she gravitated towards Sven’s fortitude.
She moved at a quick lope. Then, she spied a familiar figure on the border… it was as if he knew she was approaching.
“Sven!” Seal called out. Her mouth felt dry. Nervous!
Sven, Seal thought to herself.
She admired his resolve. His dedication. Though Kvarsheim – his family – had fallen, he stayed as guardian of the land.
It was a trait Seal felt she lacked. She had drifted from place to place for almost a year. The Copse, the Spear, the Caledra, or the Spine could not tame her restless heart. And so, she gravitated towards Sven’s fortitude.
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She moved at a quick lope. Then, she spied a familiar figure on the border… it was as if he knew she was approaching.
“Sven!” Seal called out. Her mouth felt dry. Nervous!
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