Stone Circle Broken body, sound mind

Gunnar needed a moment to himself. So certain that everyone was okay. He moved away from his home den and traipsed slowly through the pack lands. A hitch in his hip as always anymore. And finally when he was far enough away that he hoped he wouldn't be found. He dropped to the ground.

Sandy fur touching the ground steel gray eyes usually full of love and wisdom closed for a time. Gods he was tired and pained. Getting old sucked, but more than that he felt the responsibility of his station accutely. He had Taktuq and Tauris certainly, but they were both young, hadn't seen as much as him and it fell on him sometimes to do the harder things to keep the level head.