Björn's tail idly slaps his white splashed sides, as he eyes the woman suspiciously. His glacial eyes take in the supple curve of her hip, and the brilliant hue of her curious eyes. Yet, a question rises in his mind. Why has she come to his borders? He has a feeling that he will soon have his questions answered, as she opens her lips to speak. I have come to see who borders my home. He lifts his thick head proudly as his muscles ripple beneath his smoky hide. "Well, here I am." he gruffly says. "And you must be a herd member or a mare beneath a stallion's rule?" he asks with a raise of his brow. What kind of stallion sent a mare to do his bidding?
"I am Björn, Bera Konung of the Ridge, and you konu, need to send for your stallion, " he huffs, as his glacial eyes search the lands behind her. He had heard a claiming cry earlier, but he does not suspect it could be the woman who now stands before him. His weight shifts impatiently as he waits for the mares reply.
If the mare that stands before him has laid claim to the Shore, she could count on her enemies growing. As soon as Warsaw hears of another mare leading a land, she would be added to his growing list of enemies. Soon war would be upon all of them, and Warsaw's would insure that the Islands bent to his will. Even at this thought, Björn's stomach flip flops, so much has changed and he fears there is still more to come.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge