Stone Circle I will touch the rain with all I have

She asked him of his mother and sadness and happiness all mixed in swirled about with in his mind. A maelstrom of years of knowledge, laying thick and heavy along his shoulders, deep in his eyes. Thistle Cloud Lodbruk. What could be said of a woman larger than life.

My mother's name was Thistle Cloud Lodbruk, she took my father's name. She was tiny, such a small wolf, but her spirit was large, larger than life.

he swallowed and continued. She came to these wilds as a young woman, not yet 2. Upon her arrival here, she was thrown into her first heat season and well she had a one night stand with a wolf named Crete, and as a result, myself, my brother Mercury, and my sister Gyda were born. Crete had left mother before we were even a full week in her womb, so my father Ragnar stepped up. He was.

And it was here his voice caught. Ragnar was bigger than life. He was scarred and loud and a viking. The strongest man I have ever known and he fell in love with my mother. Who was tiny and gentle and kind, a healer to he core, but she had a spirit of a lioness. Bigger than life, stronger than any wolf I have ever met, even stronger than my father. She could hold her own against him, he used to call her his queen, and she was queenly. There was a noble bearing to mom. She held herself so gracefully and selfless. She gave her all to everyone around her, often forgetting to take care of herself.