Stone Circle That of Which we know

Gunnar's grizzled form chiseled through the pack lands. Sandy gloved paws, tearing up the ground, the mask that hid the slate gray of his eyes. There was strange things happening, and it made him nervous. Sanja was becoming more reclusive, the children were growing well. But there was something else, something coming. he had learned long ago never not to trust his gut feelings.

Though for now there was another problem that needed spoken of. The youngling Skald and his ailment. Gunnar had racked his brains for days, trying to remember everything he could about the disease that caused you to seize and froth at the mouth, but he couldn't remember it or how to treat it.

If his mother was here, she would. He lifted his head and called out to @Bjarna, perhaps she could describe it a little better and they could come up with a treatment plan. If she could help him to pick his brain.