Dragoncrest Cliffs foxglove through the clearcut

Gunnar didn't feel like he was on the mend always. Sometimes it hurt to move, and the scars ached. But he attributed that to the fact that he was old. Very old. He didn't think he had many years left. Maybe 1, maybe 2.

Gunnar saw her pinch her lips together, and his heart ripped in two. To see her so upset, it bothered the old man. Who had fast grown to love it here and the sea queens that ran amongst the shores. Their children and their religions. He loved them all.

He sighed and settled further down, his sandy stomach mixing in with the sand and the grit.

I would love to. Except she has adopted other females, and a little one that was left abandoned. There simply isn't enough room. And she wishes not to abandon them. Which I can certainly understand. I am of a similar vein. Because that is what it feels like an abandonment of those i have grown to love.