Ravensblood Forest black hole in the sky

Gunnar watched as the older male kept his nose to the ground. As if he were searching for something, perhaps he was trying to find a pack. Gunnar could certainly send him in the right direction, if he so wanted. He could send him to his father. Gunnar had never looked, but he supposed there could be food in the forest from when the isle pack was there.

Gunnar knew about fate his father told him often enough about it. His mother even said it was fate that brought them together and bade them stay together. There was a part of him that was a bit angry with fate for giving him the biological father he had. He felt he had to prove himself twice as worthy to earn his father Ragnar's love, even though it wasn't true, his father loved him as if he was his own as well as his siblings.

Gunnar was medium smaller than many males his age, but larger than some and the females too. He was more of a stocky build than a tall one. His brother was the lanky tall boy. His sister silver grace. Gunnar's eyes narrowed and he stared the other male down put off by his rude behaviour. After all he could understand him, just as well as the man could speak, probably didn't even know the boy understood him. Gunnar parted his maw and spoke in the harsh language of his family. "Þú þarft ekki að hafa áhyggjur sjálfur með það sem ég geri og þar sem ég fer gamla. En heimili mitt er ekki langt. "