Sequoia Coast Walking to the shore.

Gunnar heard his brothers words to both him and his mother and a small puppy growl came forth from his maw. He’d not let anyone say mean things to his mother, it was bad enough he couldn’t do anything about it when his parents fight, but he’d be darned if his older brother did it too. He loved his mom, and he respected her why was that so hard for everyone else to do. Then at the words spoke to him it cut his tender youthful heart up and he bowed his head laying his ears tight to his head. He didn’t completely understand the entire context, but he did understand the stance and the body language.

He shook his head as his mother called and it was soon enough forgotten, being as young as he was. There was more important things to do throughout the day. He followed behind her happily playing.