Stavanger Bay Just call [m]e shameless

With Trepidation and pain, Gunnar followed the scent left by shewolf. It felt fateful and put him at ease that she had sought shelter where his family once had lived. He hadn't taken stock of his injuries yet, something he knew better than, but he was more worried about the she wolf, she had run away so scared. 

The youth had tried to take what wasn't his and that had set so wrong with Gunnar. He had remembered how his mother had told him of what his grandmother had gone through, what some slaves of some vikings went through and that alone had filled him with such ire, it was not even funny.

Finally, limping he caught up to her. He chuffed gently not wishing to scare her, and he stayed upwind from her. Her scent was doing a number on his psyche, even for one as calm as he usually was. He had always went away from femme's in heat not towards, and like all other males. He felt the pull, but he kept himself in check.