They land, each crashing to the stony ground like thunder, as if in answer a rumble breaks across the western horizon carried on the wind which still whips around them. His ears prick forward, finally disentangling themselves from his two toned tresses as he watches her move fluidly back on solid ground. She personifies the very feline who scarred her so many years ago, growling and prowling about before him. Surprisingly enough she does not strike out again, a fact that has him more worried than anything else. He seeks her rage, wishes to taste it again and again to know that fire still burns in her as much as it does him. He tosses his large head, strewing his mane in every direction while releasing a deep whinny. Finally he steps toward her slightly, muzzle bent in toward his powerful chest, thick neck arched proudly in reminder of who stood before her once more. At her words he stops, inches away, his nostrils quivering at the very scent of her.

Her words are knives aimed at the heart of him, reminding him of all he had not been for so long; yet no longer would he wallow in self-pity and lament a past he could not change. No, today she had sparked new life in him and he would not slide back into the ways which had made her anger flare at him in the first place. “Enough!” he finally bellows, his fore hoof striking out at the solid ground below with a crack. “Ah will not make excuses for what ah had become, but you do well to remember who I was before that.” He stepped closer to her, so close now that his whiskers barely scraped her own, he knew he risked her teeth and her wrath but as ever it would be worth it to feel their sting. As he she was a being of instinct, pure and rugged as the day they were born, there were no sweet words and mumbled apologies to be had here; healing would come through teeth and screams.

“Do you think ah would let the petty rules of the Valkyrie keep meh from seeing you? Ah could nawt let our last meeting stand, that would not be your last memory of meh.” His words are thick, the twang of his homeland drawling, but the light flickering in his emerald eyes suggested that the lazy rhythm of his speech did not extend far. His mind had begun to churn, forming what his next steps upon the Islands would be. He had spent too many seasons fading in to the background of life and lost the pride and honor that his father had beaten in to him, it had all been about family and he would find his way back there again. He waits for her response, to see if she will continue to scorn him or simply walk away. Either way it would not be the last she saw of him.