The grullo Pony King, fidgets on his hooves. He could not help but feel the rising anxiety, he fears the worst, that Sigrun was no longer in Grai's care. A sigh escapes his dark lips, he did not have to wait long when a familiar call rings out over the sandy beach. He lifts his head higher onto his muscular neck, his old friend. As the chestnut nears, Dögun reaches his dark nostrils towards Grai, in a welcoming exchange of breathes. "Thank you my dear friend. How have you been?" He inquires, he hopes that he is doing well. He looked like the Ridge was treating him well.
He flicks his ears, waiting for his opportune moment to ask about Sigrun. How she was? If she was still here? "How is she?" He eyes Grai, trying to hold back the fears that were beginning to take a hold of him. What would he do if she was not here? But deep down he knew the answer to that, he would go after her. He would try to find her and their child and bring them home safely to the Inlet. He hoped deep down though, that he would not have to go chasing after them. That she was right behind Grai, just slower than he had been, that any moment she would make her appearance.
With each passing minute that she didn't appear, the sinking feeling became almost like a stone within his gut. No matter what happened though, he knew he would not be angry with Grai, he had kept his word from the moment they had met. Than a thought pops into the Pony King's head, an alliance should be struck between them. "Grai, I would like to strike an alliance with Ridge, this would go far beyond just us being friends. What would you say to such an idea?"
Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
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