Emberwood I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

Gunnar headed towards the Emberwood himself. There had been a scare with one of his own and it ticked him off. He was a viking, perhaps his calm demeanor and his kindness hid that from many, but the simple fact was he was a fighter. Bore the scars to prove it, and if anyone, anyone messed with one of his children, pack mates, friends. It pissed the ole timer off.

He smelled stale scents on the wind, but then there was also two new scents sharp and tangy. And he followed them. Steel grey eyes took in the scene unfolding. There was only one that he could see, though he kept a weather eye on the surrounding area, but she looked familiar. He stared at her and chuffed, to get the girls attention.