Sand clings to her pale hide as she lays at his hooves in a slumbering pile, her sides move with each inhale of breath through her nostrils. She only begins to stir when his lips brush across her leg, he steps back but his muzzle remains at her height. She gazes up at him and his glacial eyes meet hers, for a brief moment before her eyes wander to the lush jungle behind him.
His eyes slide of her the delicate chisel of her cheekbones, and her wry nose and the inquisitive look behind her eyes. Her scent is unfamiliar to his quivering nostrils, it was not of Tinuvel nor of Salem, she must of come from Luthien. He knew of the Forest and had lived there for some time before leaving for Norðurland. How had she come to be washed up on his shores?
"Are you okay?" he questions her in his thick northern accent. Concern furrowing his brow as the silence spans between them. She just gazes at him with a stillness. His glacial eyes remain glued to hers, waiting for her voice to fill the still morning air. He surely expects someone to come looking for her. She was young and with breeding seasoning coming to a close, it was dangerous for her to be wandering alone. There were plenty of wolfish men who linger within the shadows, waiting to taste her flesh.
Translation:
Norðurland: northland
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge