Dreamweaver
Honestly, Gunnolf was so used to creatures small enough climbing him to sit on his head at some point that there might as well be a reserved seat there for them. It seemed to be what everybody wanted to do. He closed his eyes and harrumphed. "At this rate you would think my head is a chair. I've even had a few birds decide they wanted to sit there."
Honestly, Gunnolf was so used to creatures small enough climbing him to sit on his head at some point that there might as well be a reserved seat there for them. It seemed to be what everybody wanted to do. He closed his eyes and harrumphed. "At this rate you would think my head is a chair. I've even had a few birds decide they wanted to sit there."