Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

Her explanation made him think she was encouraging him to go exploring. For a wolf as poor at hunting as him, he felt it could be a death sentence. He’d been lost, once, and she’d seen how poorly he had done. He wanted to believe her that exploring could be good, but he felt it would be good only for wolves like her- wolves who had been raised and loved and taught. Skáld was too dependent, like a rescue that turned out too tame to ever be anything but captive.

”No. Skáld no roam.” He insisted, sadly. ”Heim is Kvarsheim.” He hoped she would not be disappointed in him for his lack of ambition, but he felt too fragile and inexperienced to risk his life for an adventure.