Sequoia Coast Mother Called Me Home

Gunnar shifted his weight as she moved closer, the sand flowing from his paws, but he merely went lower, so as to make himself smaller. He didn't wish to startle her, rather bring her some small comfort. If it was stories she wanted, he could give them, but it would take him some time to remember. Memory was a fickle thing.

"A good place to make a home." The next words that fell off her maw, drew him pause. The thoughts kicking into place and he gave a small gasp
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"That is a language I have not heard in some time, Sjodronning

He took a deep breath. "I go by many names. Tveir is what my family and friends call me, but my given name is Gunnar Ivarr Loðbrók. You little sea queen, may call me Tveir or Gunnar.]