Stavanger Bay Whispers and Jesters

Gunnar had not met any new wolves, he was fast becoming a quiet boy, but he was finally 6 months old, finally half way to an adult and he couldn't be more excited. It was a mile stone, that he was proud to have. He'd be an adult before he knew it.

He heard fleet paw steps and wondered at it. He tilted his head and his slate grey eyes alighted on a femme standing there looking at him. He peered at her from a mask of darker brown the sandy body alert and his tail wagged once and then twice in greeting. His entire body moving with it, in his enthusiasm.

Hi! I'm Gunnar!