Stone Circle Homesick

Cautiously, he sidled forward, and immediately he regretted not bringing something for her. Something to eat, or perhaps something pretty...Maybe a flower, or another piece of quartz if he could somehow manage to find one. His doleful gaze only flicked to her expression for a moment or two, a mark of his guilt. Splayed ears spoke well enough of the regret he felt, as well as the reluctance he felt stepping into the hearth that belonged at least in part to another man. One who was now well established in the pack, and as a tradesman. He made Skáld feel so inadequate in comparison. 

He moped, lightly, in an attempt to bury his own guilt. Selfishly, he uttered a soft sigh. "Waited for you to call," He said, and shrugged. "Not want intrude." He wasn't pleased he'd not heard a summons come for him, but this was her family, and it was her choice...But she had other family too- and as part of it, he felt left behind.