Stavanger Bay Whispers and Jesters

Gunnar moved forward with a determined stride. Today he would look into hunting and see what he could help with. His father was currently recovering from a run in with a raven, and he was now missing an eye. Gunnar felt the heaviness of being the only male in his family able to do much at the moment. It was a hard pill to swallow, but one he was willing to work with regardless.

Gunnar shook his head and continued on a practiced jaunt. He hoped he could get something to eat to add to the caches, he was tired of coming up short. He was finally six months old it was time he acted like the adult he almost was.