Otter Creek I'm going this way

Gunnar walked following the creek down towards his blood uncles home. Not that he was really his uncle, he certainly didn't know him, and the man didn't know him. ALl they shared was blood and that was it. He had sought him out to learn about his father, only because he was curious not because he wished to screw over the male that had raised him. He was allowed to be curious, his father his real father the one who had loved and raised him told him so.

He shifted along the way his grey eyes looking out of a sandy mask. He breathed a small sigh of contentment and placing his nuzzle next to the water. He took a deep drought and looked around him wondering what he could find this way.