Sequoia Coast Mother Called Me Home

Gunnar had never lost his love for the language his father had given to him, but he very seldom was able to speak it. To share it with this pretty little sandy wolf, it was a welcomed blessing. A gift surely from one of the gods his father had favored. He had lost the love for them as he had aged, though he always sacrificed something small every season.

He sensed her trepidation, but he didn't push. He gave her a choice, it was now on her. He would answer to either name, whichever she liked. Tveir for two, as he had been the second born, or Gunnar as his mother had whispered through her tears.

He gave her a wolfish smile. "So Gunnar it shall be, once upon a time I was even Guns. Though that was in my puppyhood, and that is long since past."

He perked his ears forward at her name. "Strong name for a strong girl, it suits you little sea queen."

He wagged his tail against the sand. takk.

What brings you to the edge of the today, Jorunn?"