Blacktail Deer Plateau I search for someone who hides

Gunnar sat near the borders settling in for a long wait. But he didn't have long to wait really, his howl had barely even made it across the grasslands, before a she wolf appeared. He studied her, she was a very pretty she wolf, he supposed if he was looking he'd tell her so, but he was still too young to really pay attention to such feminine details like that. Though he found her markings pleasing, he felt not so alone for he too bore strange markings.

A small smile played about his lips at her territorial display. He gave her props for standing up to a wolf at her borders, especially given that he was larger than her. She gave him a fully loaded stare and he simply gazed back with wide and playful slate grey eyes.

His bearing changed a little bit, his tail did not wag and his shoulders dropped a little. Really I was hoping to speak with her. Gunnar tilted his head to look up at her and peruse her softly, wondering why she asked him. Was she one of the other siblings that Junior had spoke of, he couldn't remember their names. He shifted and dipped his muzzle to the ground. Forgive me I'm Gunnar Ivarr Loðbrók though most know me as Tveir. I am the son of Thistle Cloud and Ragnar Loðbrók we took Junior in when she disappeared a while back. I consider her my sister in all but blood.