~ where innocences burn in flames.
He hates to disappoint the man and not have the information that he seeks. As the moments tick by and he notices the man's eyes linger on his battle scars. It is the price one pays to keep a home and those within it safe.
"Welcome home to the Isles, Kendry," he says with a nod as the man introduces himself and explains of his mother.
He himself has been on a similar search, only for it to bare no fruit. He had wandered the length of the Isles, and only found one man who knew of his mother. It seemed Warsaw -now his enemy- had at once wooed his mother, only for her to turn him down. He would chuckle at such a thought, but this is neither the time nor the place.
He nods as Kendry thanks him and than without surprise his questions turn to the battle scars that run jagged across his smoky hide. "I picked this one up from the King of the Bay," he snorts as he raises his thick head higher on his neck. "He was unhappy with me for winning one of his mares, so he came for my Queen... and he left empty handed, well mostly."
The King of the Bay had managed to rake his teeth across his ribs, but it would heal. "What are your plans?" he asks out of curiosity. He wonders quietly if Kendry has any intentions of returning to the Ridge as a continued friend or one day as a foe. Like the King of the Bay had.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge