She chooses to close the distance, settling down next to him. Their skins starkly different than the other. His is smoky in hue while her is spotted beautifully and loudly against his own.
"I'm Siobhan," Her name is foreign and beautiful as its syllables are wrapped around his flicking ears. A smirk curls his lips upward as she mentions his nickname he had given him, she would allow both Siobhan and witty woman. Then she closes the distance with a brush of her lips on the skin of shoulder, and he can feel a wave of shivers run the length of his spine. He arches his neck proudly, and muscles ripple beneath his smoky hide.
"You can tell them that Björn, Bera Konung has walked you home," he says as he tilts his thick head to look upon her with glacial eyes. "The Ridge is my kingdom, and you will be welcomed there," he says with a nod of his head.
Before stepping away from her, he returns her touch with one of his own. His whiskered lips linger on the soft spotted skin of her shoulder, breathing in her scent with a deep breath. "Let me show you the way," he says as he nods toward the sandy shores, where it is only just a short swim to the Ridge.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
Bera Konung of the Ridge
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
