~ where innocences burn in flames.
Elvira's adventure to the Forest has changed her, he can see it in the way she interacts with him now. "It is not your fault," he pauses as his glacial eyes linger on her and then she protests him going to the Lagoon. He nods his crown. Yes, the Lagoon had numbers he himself did not. But they had the foals and they had murdered Osiris in cold blood. A single ear flicks to Sio as she presses herself against his skin, and he takes that moment to swivel his crown to touch her lightly on her forehead with his muzzle. He returns his attention to Elvira, his glacial eyes search hers. "I won't go alone."
Pappa! Out of the jungle Elerona bursts, her call echos across the sand. A smile trace his lips as she nips him on the shoulder, he reaches his muzzle to her back and breathes in her scent. "How are you my villiblóm?" he asks as he fondly bumps her.
Then Sio pipes up and offers her wisdom. A smile tugs at his lips as she brings up more valid ideas. He nods again, as he then begins to think of allies... Lagertha. Ragnarr. He wonders quietly for his sister and his friend. "I have an idea of who may help," he muses aloud just as the sound of another approaches. His glacial eyes slide to his Queen as she moves across the sands, a limp still hinders her walk. His brow furrows as he watches her and he can feel the anger begin to boil beneath his hide once more.
They will pay.
"Wise counsel, my queen," he nods as she speaks her mind. "It will be difficult, yes, but not impossible. I may need to call on some favors, but they will answer the call."
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge