Stavanger Bay I don't know how I feel anymore

Gunnar was like a wraith lately, he felt as if he had no purpose. He had been fast fighting to earn his trades, but they were not coming as easily as he hoped. It did not stop his determination of course. And any who knew the boy could tell he was driven and ambitious with a little bit of a perfectionist thrown in. The ambition was most likely a learned behavior, one thing he had taken from his upbringing, for his father was an ambitious man.

As he traveled along the borders sniffing and snuffling at the ground, marking his scent to the mixture of his father's and occasionally his mothers. He was also a little adrift in a sea of emotions unsure how to handle the return of his sister. He didn't like to be mean, but frankly he was furious at her and Mercury. They left him, left him all alone neither one had really even bothered to say goodbye. It's okay Gunnar would be here when they got back. Loyal and duty bound Gunnar he wouldn't go anywhere for fear of disappointing mother or father, and he hadn't and he wouldn't. That thought didn't make him feel any better though.