Stone Circle silverweave

Gunnar Ivarr Lodbruk, moved towards the call. Sandy encased legs moved through the ground. It was a good day today for his bones. They didn't ache near as much as usual. They were looser, he knew it was only a matter of time, before they felt worse. So today he was doing as much as he was able too, without overdoing it.

Grey eyes looked out of sandy mask as he met teh gaze of first Reverie, a frown marring his face at her wounds, and then to the brown male at her side.

Reverie what has happened? A low tone in his voice, he eyed the male, she was comfortable around him, so he didn't think it was him, though as he moved closer, he blinked.

A bear. He knew those wounds. His father bore scars from such a thing. Why didn't you come to find me to tend this, well before this.

He sniffed her over, there was no infection. She had cleaned them well.