He has settled into life on the Ridge, each morning he patrols the borders. His hooves beat into the soil with a quick staccato, the trail becoming warn with the daily travel. The ridge is washed in soft hues of pink, orange and yellows as the morning sunlight brushes it with delicate strokes. He slows as he nears the pinnacle of the jutting rocks that give the Ridge its name. His glacial eyes scan around, and find his eyes wandering to the sea, he squints against the warming sun.
With a content sigh, his hooves find the trail once again. He feels his thoughts melting into those of his tígrisdýr, she waits patiently for him to return from his patrol. A moment passes, and familiar scent catches his attention. He halts his hooves sliding in the dirt. Minn gullni? His glacial eyes squint against the sun.
Björn pushes toward the sea, his hooves thunder against the grasses. He only slows to a trot as the jungle closes around him. Twisted roots, hanging vines, and foliage brush against his smoky hide. He can smell her scent growing stronger with every stride he takes. As the jungle opens up into a vast meadow, there she stands. A smile spreads across his lips, as he closes the distance between them, it begins to fade. He could feel her anxious energy vibrating off of her tawny hide.
His brow furrows as he draws nearer to her. "Shaydowfax," he says her name. "What is it?" the question hangs in the tense air that surrounds them.
Translation:
Minn gullni: my golden one
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge