Björn's glacial eyes flash with pride as he watches their colt curl up in a furry ball at his mother's hooves. A smile curls his lips upwards, he had thought of their colt for months. Anxiously waiting for the foal, wondering if she would be stunning like her mother or handsome as his father. Now, he nows that his first colt is strong and handsome. His eyes settle on his sleeping form, admiring the coloring of his fur, the silver and the black.

Nya draws his attention to her, as she repeats Sigurdr's name and with proud raise of her head she acknowledges that his name is perfect and fitting. He can see the affection glistening in her honey colored eyes, and his heart thunders with a quick staccato against his ribs.

Her next words fill the space between them with promise. "You are correct, my Nya, it would be cruel," he quips before lightly caressing the supple skin of her cheek with his pink lips.

ooc: sorry its short! <3 I figure we can wrap this one up.