Gunnar shares the muted look of knowing, and moves forward, ignoring the dog, and what it implied.

As they got to the Barrows, he noticed his would go no further, and he eyed the grounds before them, especially the barrows without stone blocks to guard the living from the dead. He noted too, the thunder.

"Mighty Thor beats his hammer against his anvil, he is not happy with this dark ritual, and is showing us his displeasure!"

Turning to the others after watching the mighty display for a few seconds, "We will need to leave our horses, they will go no further, and we cannot chance they bolt off with a rider. It is not far, let us be off with haste!" he turns back to his horse with affection, stroking it's head, and touching his forehead, then pulls his gear off, and slaps the horses behind, sending it running off, hopefully back home.