Stone Circle Sweet Sunrise

Gunnar felt that she probably had something bothering her greatly. So he settled to his haunches and waited. Grey eyes on her face while she spoke. But he was trying not to seem aggressive.

He saw the wounds and he would ask her about them, but not right this second. She seemed to need to get something off her chest first.

Gunnar held up a paw and then with a small movement he would pull her gently forward and give her a fatherly hug if she would allow. Then he would speak a low rumble.

You know Reverie there is a trade where a wolf can travel regularly. It's known as a scout. You can be an ambassador, someone who carries messages between packs, there's a Ranger. That wolf focuses on ranging, exploring and mapping territories and then there is Rogues, they are spies of sorts, learning the ways of other packs.

Gunnar shifted and looked her over. But we would never make you stay. IF you are unhappy here, roam for a while and come back if you like, or take up the mantle of scout and travel in our name. Whatever you wish to do.

Gunnar smoothed her brow if she'd let him. Reverie you are still so young and you still have to find yourself. If you wish to travel and take off the mantle of pack wolf. That's fine. You will always have a place here as long as Bjarna and myself are here. That is a promise.