Honeyed Pasture d r i f

Gunnar chuckled, at the child. But saw as soon as she lost interest. He wondered what sort of adventure she would put him through now. He certainly would think of this fondly and maybe a little disgusted once it all settled, he definitely needed a bath and some mint. Definitely some mint.

Shall we find your home, little bird queen? Gunnar asked quietly unsure if she understood. He looked around again, trying to find a den, but if any mother was worth their salt they would make it so it was difficult if not impossible to find.