a storm is brewing

Gunnar sighed lowering his lids for a moment, squinting his eyes at the pain that threatened to overtake him yet again. God he was such a cursed wolf, what the heck had the gods done to him. They had broken him, he was broken. He wouldn't be able to function if these headaches didn't get better. Gunnar heard the snort and chuckled ironically. The youth had no right ot say anything to him, he was an adult could make his own decisions.

Gunnar was about to say something cutting, but caught himself when the next words were uttered. What do you mean she cries herself to sleep? What else happened Charon! Mom was sad, but she wasn't that said yet. What else happened? This again. He mumbled quietly, he loved his mother, but her depression was taxing it always had been. She had been this way when Nerian was around.