Frostfire Ridge Lands that call my name

Gunnar's ears perked forward at the gentle peal of laughter that flowed from the willowy wolf like sea air. Answering his question, before they even said no.

Gunnar wagged his tail once, well it was more of a thump along the ground.  He felt his soul was old, as his body. Had always thought he was older than he seemed. It was why he had left, why he had hurt those he loved, because he thought he was older, knew better. 

"We are all something, whether we think we are or not."

The next question drew him pause, what was he. Could he even answer that question anymore? At a time he would have said, a son, a brother, a fighter, but did he deserve those titles anymore?

I don't know if I am anything as I was. There was a time I was a younger brother and an older brother, a viking son, and a healer son. I was an outrider, a rover, a silver tongued devil. I was inflicted and I was broken. I have been many things in my 8 rotations of seasons, many things."