Ivar is an animal of primal desires, it is what drives him. He desires to pillage and plunder, this is all that he has known. His glacial eyes turn upon her as she speaks, wondering about Ivar. "He wants me to be in battle with him, and to pillage, to plunder. This is all he knows," he says with a nod of his thick head.
"He is dangerous, and unpredictable," his anger begins to subside. He stops his pacing and draws near to her as she expresses her worries. "He won't come for your herd, he is new to this Isles and does not know it well. If he were to come anywhere it would be here," he says with a nudge to her shoulder, doing his best to offer some kind of comfort. If he knew his brother, he had forced her into the sea just to watch her swim away, knowing she would swim straight to him.
"I will do my best to keep Ivar away from you and your herd," he says quietly, his glacial eyes wander the length of her chiseled cheekbones. He could handle Ivar, his brother did not scare him.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge