Alpine Lake dirt

He listened to her say his name, it sounded unique from her tongue, she stumbled at first, but she got the just of it. He wasn't one to harp about a name, it was only that a name. Had he given her his last name, she may have had trouble, most did.

Tveir listened intently. I'm not sure if my siblings ever took mates. I left long before we were old enough, and have only now just returned. Strong villages are always a good thing, strong villages make strong broods."

Gunnar would have liked to know she felt no danger from him, he had never felt like an imposing wolf. He could fight, he was a Viking after all, but he was also calmer than his father had been. Perhaps it was simply a matter of blood, not parentage in that aspect.

"I have searched for something new most of my life. It is an honest endeavor. A mate hmm. Don't settle, take a male that would give you the stars. My parents had an ever encompassing love, my mother took a man that was very strong and resilient, a bit of a ladies man, and turned him into a one wolf male. Their love was beautiful. Though it had hiccups of course. They were passionate beings."