Dragoncrest Cliffs hillside

Gunnar would have balked at her use of ailing mind. His body perhaps, it was failing him, but his mind, his mind was still sound. At least for the most part. He spent more time in his memories than he did in the present, but he still was well aware of what was around him.

He chuckled. Then you're on young one. I can dig too, I would like to find some Rose Hips next good for arthritic bodies. He moved with a bit to much gumption, he would regret it in the morning, but the she wolf had lit the fires of competitive spirit that still dwelled within his breast.