Dragoncrest Cliffs I tread on careful feet

Gunnar was fine in the beginning companionable silence as they walked. Both could weigh their cons and decide a conversation ppint. He had gotten used to silence in his travels. He took a deep breath of salty air, tasting the tang on his tongue and the grit in his fur. How he loved the Sea.

Were she to ask he'd have answered willingly. He had always been under a woman's paw. His mother, Saena, Junior. He just preferred to keep company with the hardier gender in his opinion. Even his father a wild and reckless as he was bowed to the whims of his mother.

A smile lit up Gunnars face. I remember my first trip to the beach. It was loud and so alive. I have always loved the Sea. Though I doubt she loves me or any really. Your pups have lovely names. May they grow inyo them and be all you want them to be

I have not had the pleasure yet. Though judging from the twinkle in you eye and the way you say his name. He is a good one.