~ where innocences burn in flames.
Björn seethes beneath his smoky hide. He had specifically told them to stay in the Ridge. So what a surprise he had come home to, he found Ysabel in sheer panic over the two of them leaving the Ridge and heading to the War. They could of at-least came to him like Nyimara had, and told him that they desired to go to the War.
Now here he is. His glacial eyes narrow as they finally come to rest on a familiar face. Elvira. His ears lay against the thick cords of muscle along his neck, he does not care for her excuses. It is time for her to return to the Ridge. He sets off at a ground-covering trot, head lowers towards the earth, and his teeth snap as he nears her. Glacial eyes narrow as he comes to a halt near to her.
"It is time to return home to the Ridge," he growls. "You could of communicated your desires to me instead of going behind my back," he spits as he jerks his head in the direction of the sandy shore.
"If you want respect, love, or anything like that from me... you will need to change the way you behave," he growls as he steps closer to her. He is wary and watches closely to insure that if she retaliates against him, he is ready. It is a slight against him, and he takes it personally. If she would of come to him and explained her reasoning he may of let her go.
But no, now he finds her in the Forest against his wishes.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino Bera Konung of the Ridge