He knew his father would be back and maybe it will be to bring them home. He didn't know. All she knew was Bjorn would be sorry that he even set eyes on his mother and him. He paused in his walking to look out over the ocean as he invisiioned himself and his mother returning to the bay. He would run to his father and press himself as close as he could to him and the other mares and his siblings. They would all be there to welcome them home.
His ears flick as they catch the approach of someone and he lifts his head up and turns it to look at a mare approaching him. He watches her not sure who she was or what she wanted. She speaks and then asks him if he cared to share.The looser of a stallion here stole my mother and I and refused to let us go homeHe said stomping a hoof. Belikov
He said soon after.All he wanted right now was to get with his mother nad run into the surf an return home. This was not their home and never would be. He could not wait for the day his father beat the shit out of Bjorn. He will laugh so hard at the other stallion when it comes.. |