A soft smile traces his lips as his son steps between Siobhan and himself with his neck arched, as if he was a full grown stallion. Yes, someday he would be fighting for the honor of some lady or defending his home from an intruder. But today he is just a boy with a crush on a spotted girl, who insists on fighting his father for her.
"Ahh yes but I bet spotted girl likes me more, " he playfully teases the boy.
He has a point.
At those words Sigurðr raises his little head even higher, the pride sparkles in his glacial blue eyes.
"See, Papa. I have a point," he says with a flick of his silvery tuft of tail. Then spotted girl continues to boost his ego, admitting that he had a
Real Prince Charming and Sigurðr nods his head vigorously.
"and I rescued her Papa," he says excitedly as he leaps away from the pair. He pivots athletically to face them once again, and begins to weave his tale.
"I saw her, she was on the shore all alone, and there were scary monsters in the shadows!" he gushes, his little body vibrating. Okay, maybe he is weaving quite the tall tale, but he wants to impress spotted girl.
"And I fought them off Papa, the squawked and screeched... I mean umm, they screamed," he says proudly with a lift of his head. He really had saved her from the crimson Macaws, Father and spotted Girl didn't need to know that part.
Björn raises a brow as his son weaves his heroic story, and stifles a laugh as the realization dawns on him that his son speaks of the Macaws that screech in the canopy above. He turns his attention to Siobhan as she pauses, but then continues explaining of his sons promises.
"He sure is," he says just low enough that she could hear him, as not to disturb his son's story telling.
Once Sigurðr is done weaving his tale, he trots back to them with a satisfied look on his face. Now Father knows how he has rescued her. His little ears flick atop his head, as he just catches the words she says to father.
"Yes! So many... We can take you there. Right Papa?" he asks as he turns his eyes up to his father.
"Yes, the Ridge is filled with cascading waterfalls and many brilliantly colored birds," he nods and turns his attention on his son.
"Yes we can take her. Lead the way," he nods for him to go on ahead. Sigurðr instantly pivots and heads down the trail, excitement vibrates his silvery body. He heads down a familiar trail, his tail flagged over his haunches, and his ears rotate atop his crown.
"See! Up there!" he slides to a stop and lifts his head up to look into the thick jungle canopy overhead. A crimson Macaw flaps in the jungle canopy, its color sharply contrasts from the dark green of the canopy treetops.
As the colt trots proudly off, Björn takes this moment to pause next to Siobhan.
"I am happy you have chose to come to the Ridge," he says softly just loud enough to be heard over the bubbling creek. His glacial eyes find hers, as he reaches his muzzle to touch the soft skin of her cheek. As he draws back, he gives a lopsided grin before stepping to follow Sigurðr.
"Good eye son! Now find us another... how about a blue one?" he says with a smile as the boy nods proudly and sets off to find another bird, but this time blue.