Dragoncrest Cliffs parting glass

They had hurt. Gunnar could see her concern and her wince, but he would do it again, and again. Even if it killed him. He would've done it all over again. He smiled.

Gunnar limped forward with the intent to show his care, but she shook her head. So he stopped. A small hiss leaving his lips at the abrupt stop, but he settled to his haunches. Licking at the small scabs over his chest, as they cracked.

He blinked. Where did Njord go? He had not heard anything about the warrior. Had not seen him either.

Gunnar frowned. It was bad business. These wounds were earned for something good, but I would have liked to rip the throat out of the youngling gave them to me.