Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

The dark man listened to her as she spoke. She said that Bjarna had taken her in, had made her a sister. She spoke of Gunnar fondly, comparing him to the role of a father that might have been lacking. Crowfeather’s eyes were sad, intent. He listened as she described that it was almost a home. It just wasn’t.

It was difficult to relate with this sentiment. He wanted to ask questions to try to understand better. He wanted to assure her that sometimes homes were made in others and the ground they claimed had no say in the matter. These beliefs hadn’t worked well for him, in the past. He’d put too much stock into some, and it had weakened his heart.

It’s a very hard thing, making a home.

Crowfeather lowered his dark snout to the ground.

Is there somewhere else you think you belong? he asked after a short pause.