Otter Creek Walk it off

Gunnar did not deign to know all that much more than Charon. Sure he was older, but Charon was an adventurer at heart. He had already had quite a few more adventures than Gunnar, not that he minded. He was happy the boy could be adventurous. Happy that he could be out and about and come home safe.

Gunnar nodded his head, Respect and knowing your place is big with my dad. Very big, they are a savage culture, willing to kill the alpha before them for a woman or just their place. My dad has done it. He killed his brother, for killing their father, and a woman he wanted. My father wasn't very tameable until my mom came along. He grinned ruefully, actually proud of his mom for taking his father, and keeping him on the straight and narrow so to speak.

Gunnar shook his head, No, not at all I'm a viking through and through, even if the man who knocked up my mom wasn't. Savage, and war and raids. I'll do it, but I just feel strange being the only one left of my mom's first litter, and Ragnar is my father, but he isn't my blood father. And knowing that now, it just makes it a little bit different. I don't know how to explain it. And I just kind want to make my own way, where i'm not always trying to get my dads approval, not that it's a bad thing, it's just hard to keep that up. I want to seek my own approval, not always try and do better. My dad taught me well, now i'm just ready to branch out.

He chuckled, I'll think you will do very well Saena, and sure I'll follow you if you like. I can't promise we will always agree. Remember, I am viking culture raised, so I may not give Mercy where you would.