Horizon Ridge In between it's all messed up

Gunnar shot a dirty look to the gulls again, and continued onward. His thoughts drifting to the Falcons that had attacked his siblings, and his mother all those years ago. The few that had attacked him. Gulls were crazy and afraid of nothing.

Gunnar turned his head to study the youth. A small smile on his maw. They are definitely loud things. And mean. Cruel too. I hate them.

Gunnar saw the youth settle and he spoke, hushed. I'll chase them to you and you catch them deal? I can't catch them anymore.

Gunnar slid into the tall grass, nose to the ground. He was not as fast as he had been, but he could chase as long as the youth could catch them.