Stone Circle What do you think of my pups?

Gunnar listened. Had no more to say of or for the youths in front of him. He was not a leader, was not his place. He did iffer them each a kind smile and a dipe of his muzzle with a quiet rumble of Welcome to the ranks.

Then he would leave them to their own devices. Preferring to trace footfalls along the borders or hunting. Winter was coming.