Freya's words were wise, it would be the best idea to head towards the inlet. He had lost track of time. Nodding his head, he gives her a nudge on the shoulder.

"Follow me... To your new home. "

Hooves find the same path that they had followed down, dropping his head he squeezes through the limbs that reached down trying to grab hold of his disheveled mane. Reaching the clearing he halts, waiting for Freya; knowing it was more difficult for her to weave through the trees than his smaller form. Swiveling his head towards the trees he waits patiently for her. After she appears, he moves forward; heading towards the gray frigid ocean, the waves had choppy since his initial swim to the meadow.

"Im happy that you were keeping track of time... At least one of us was. We should reach the inlet by dark; before this storm sets in."

Nodding towards the oncoming winter storm, soon the north wind would kick up; warning those who were out in the open that they should seek shelter. Descending to the beach, his hooves find the cool wet sand. Halting in mid stride at the edge of the water, he gives a final glance across the waves. It would be a freezing cold swim to the rocky shore of Tinuvel, he couldn't put if off any longer; he gives a glance backwards to make sure Freya was ready.

Diving into the waves the water hits his chest, lifting his head higher onto his neck, he strikes out; with each stroke it takes him farther from the shore. He keeps a close eye on Freya, making sure that he doesn't swim to far ahead of her. His body cuts through the water, each breath comes out as a vapor; he keeps his breathing regular.

"We are almost there Freya."

He tries to be heard over the sound of the ocean, he knew that even just the sound of his voice could comfort her. Swimming had always caused slight anxiety in him; so he figured it would probably cause the same in others. The rocky shores were almost in his grasp; reaching out finally his hooves touch solid ground. Scrambling up the rocky shore, he finds the grass that waited on the other side; he shakes his body ridding himself of excess water. Dögun returns his attention to the choppy waters, waiting patiently for Freya.