Horizon Ridge Memories of Yester and Yore

Gunnar chuckled and shook his head. I've not seen spirits in some time. Some sprites. I met a god once. Gilded in black with one eye. He flew on feathered wings of grace, and he had an awful attitude.

Gunnar smiled genially, his tail waving to and fro. This dog beast was strange, but endearing and he found his company pleasing. They do like to steal. Gulls shouldn't get much, awful creatures. No manners. He shrugged playfully. 

The next question completely threw him off guard and he stared for a moment, but then he shook his head. I am not ah expecting. Not the write anatomy and no mate to speak of. So no young to be expected.