Dragoncrest Cliffs I tread on careful feet

Gunnar was used to the confusion, his two names wrought. But each was a part of him, as his fur, his eyes his sandy mask. They both suited. Some found comfort in Gunnar some in Tveir. He himself even found comfort in one over the other. Tveir when he was missing his family, when he wanted the comforts of a childlike thought. That was Tveir. Gunnar when he wanted to separate himself from what he was, had been. Just as his father had separated from them, and Ragnar had taken his place. It was this thought that brought him back to the present.

Tveir smiled. I was indeed. Please join me. I've never had my own, but I remember my younger siblings. Lotta work. But my mother always said it was rewarding, always rewarding.

He shifted and waited patiently for her to join him. He spoke softly. Your children are blessed to born near the Sea. Theres nothin quite like it. Tell me about them?

He paused to scratch on the border, eyes outward make sure no enemies