Sequoia Coast Mother Called Me Home

Gunnar remembered those wolves, he had never met them, but he remembered his foster family. How it had been whispered that they were not kind to males. Truth be told Gunnar didn't mind much. He was a fairly easy going wolf and it had been some time since he had been a pack member, but the question was did he want to be one? Especially in a pack that would use what he had been birthed with a cruel rebuff. He was ambitious, perfectionist, he could bow he head and lay prostrate, but could he stay where he could not rise, that was the question.

Gunnar chuckled gently. "The heart is a fickle thing, Jorunn. Mine is a simple one. I came home, because I missed the sea. I have been a loner for most of my life, though I didn't start out that way. Tell me a bit about your pack? Or are those secrets you can't tell."