Truthfully Nyimara was finding that life in the Ridge with Bjorn was quite enjoyable. Tryst aside. Many a day was spent finding the best ways to scale the sides of the jagged clifface, leaping from one rock face to another on nimble sure feet. No doubt were mother still alive, the sight of her daughter skipping from rock to rock like some oversized mountain goat would have sent her right down to her grave but lucky for her mother's bones had long been bleached in the sun on the mainland and father was too far away to notice. Now this isn't to say that she still doesn't swing by the borders from time to time as the morning sun begins to make its rise over the hills. Here she would wait to see him, nicker a warm greeting and rub her muzzle against his own. He told her that from the growing roundness of her belly that soon she would bare Bjorn a foal in the coming months and though he did not voice it aloud, she did not imagine the gleam of pride in his eyes. Since then she had done her best to ensure that the child would grow strong, grazing on the most succulent of grasses and drinking the freshest of waters. From time to time she caught herself watching the gruff northerner, imagined what a child of their blood might look like. Secretly she hoped it favored him in appearance, in the color of its skin but she vowed to herself that no matter what, she would guard and protect it with the fierceness of a wolf.

AS Bjorn's bugle resounded over the clifface, Nyi brings her head up, dark eyes gleaming with interest. Father had mentioned something about a meeting between himself, Bjorn, Warsaw and some bachelor warlord. It did not take a genius to figure out where things were headed.

Despite the added baby weight, Nyimara picks up an easy three beat gait, her lithe limbs moving with ease over the uneven terrain. Another is there, a thickset mare and a stallion. A single dial twitches suspiciously towards them but instinct brings her head up proudly. She prances past them, flicking her long silver white tail in their direction as she comes to a halt beside Bjorn. A soft throated nicker rumbles from her lungs as she reaches out to bump his shoulder with her ashen lips before casting her dark eyes up upon him. "You rang?" she purrs, her honeyed words playful.