His pink lips press against her shoulder and Nyi cannot help the fluttering of her heart as it leaps within her breast. Small ears perk forward amid the tangle of pale silver white tresses as his gruff words breathe hot against her cooled skin. Dark eyes follow his, noting the confusion that clouds his gaze now. Nostrils quiver as she releases as soft breathe with a snort of dismay. A playful grin tugs at her lips as she offers him a look of mocked dismay. "Plant your seed in me and no longer do I haunt your thoughts. Tsk tsk dear Bjorn... what shall I do with my own thoughts then?" she murmurs with a playful grin.

However, that grin begins to fade as Bjorn releases a sigh of his own, the weight of his thoughts weighing clearly upon him no different than the deer forced to endure a season of antler growth. Patiently she listens as the words fall from his lips, watches as his gaze travels over the other mares of the herd that he had meticulously gathered possessively to his side. Some, like herself, grew heavy with his foal and no doubt like herself, would soon bring forth new life. He pauses now, his proud head bending to press his muzzle against the small curve of her breast. A soft thrum of lilting melody rings from her lungs as for a moment she allows herself to press against his battleworn flesh. "Bjorn...Bjorn... battle god or lover what route would you take?" she murmurs, taking a step backwards to meet his gaze with her own. Despite her small stature she stands tall now, her finely chisled muzzle lifted high as a single brow raises. "Does the wolf pack not take down the weak links?" she inquires, her gaze drifting towards the milling herd, illuminated by the bright red and orange hues of sunset's grasp. "If you did not fight... would that not bring others? Those who would fight?" she inquires her tones even despite the weight that begins to linger now. This was all her fault. That damned buckskin mare with her strange outburst of memories past. She held some hold over Bjorn and why Nyimara doubted she would ever understand. She would have to remind the mare again exactly where she stood. But not now. Her concern lay with the unknown that lingered with Bjorn's decision. What would father do? If Bjorn backed away from the war... would her sire severe their alliance? Would he demand his daughter's return?

No. She gives her proud head a shake. She could not. As loyal as she felt to her sire, she felt something even deeper for Bjorn. She would not leave him. "Never doubt the protective nature of a mother defending her offspring Bjorn." she murmurs, a malicious smile playing upon her lips as she fixes him with a knowing glance. "We can be fiercer than the most dangerous of predators."