~ where innocences burn in flames.
What do you want?! her words are screamed in fear and echo within his mind. He wants his son back. He wants his Lily back. But he did not need to explain himself to her, she would not understand and he doubts she would care. His ears remain buried within his thick unkempt mane as he follows after her, he dodges each of her feeble attempts to kick out at him. He can barely hear her friend screaming at him, and even if he did hear her words it would not stop him from what he had to do.
A masculine scent does jerk him from his trance and he momentarily pauses to glance over his shoulder as another man thunders down on the lone woman. He does not pay any attention to their conversation but does notice the way the man presses himself into her. He hesitates momentarily. Should he go back for her? Or continue to drive this one into the sea? A few seconds tick by but decides against returning to her. His glacial eyes focus once again on the woman before him.
"Don't make this any harder than it has to be," he says gruffly. This is the first time he has ever forced anyone to his home, he tries to bury the guilt and shame deep within his mind. "To the Ridge," his glacial eyes narrow. He will ask for forgiveness later once this all has settled and has been left behind them.
Translation:
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge