Dragoncrest Cliffs I tread on careful feet

Gunnar had smelled pups in the area. The sea queen had even said there were some here. He had yet to see them, and he hadn't gone looking. Despite that the old timer loved pups. He didn't want to go around making the wrong wolf mad by encroaching. And be it as it may he was on thin ice anyway, he was thinking. 

Once upon a time, Tveir had attempted the guardian trade, but eventually he had decided on outrider as he was too busy all the time. Could never stay still, but he lose sight of even that goal as it were. He would need to step up his game, now. Could he even do it as old as he was? This was a young pups game.

Gunnar heard approaching feet and laid his ears to his head, but then tilted them forward at the gentle hello. He turned to meet the newest wolf to call him out.

Twinkling eyes met his and he smiled her jovial attitude infectious. He studied the wolf of cream and dipped his head, averted his eyes. "Well met Meerkat Sveijarn-Corten. I'm Gunnar or Tveir, whichever you prefer.:  

He was able to say her last name with ease. Close enough to his father's tongue, it wasn't hard to pronounce for him.