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The winter coat of sandy brown was growing in nicely as it always did. But he could see where the brown was greying. The trees was cutting through the winds nicely and he was one that wouldn't complain when a small blessing was around him.

A sixth sense had warned him that he was not alone, but he wasn't too concerned. Thus far whomever was following him, had not been intent to harm, and chances were they hadn't even noticed him. He was one that blended well.

Gunnar lifted is head and raised a brow. No need to get your fur in a knot youngling. There's more than enough game here. And this is unclaimed.

Gunnar frowned at the boy with an angry sneer on his face. He was not the kindest it didn't seem, no manners. But pretty young to be alone, for a moment he warred between leaving the youth to it or trying to help, and the kind part caught up.

Would you like to hunt something to eat?